Sad news to report: on my way to bed I checked on YaYa's fish and found him belly up. Either the experience earlier tonight was too much for Duke, or the tap water in the emergency dish we used (while I was cleaning the bowl) did the trick. He was such a sturdy, proud little thing too.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
Rest in peace little guy.
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I am sure his service was over in a flush :o)
ReplyDeleteLOL, Bucko you ar soooo funny.
ReplyDeleteGood job
I'm sorry. We just lost our fish too. It's hard to lose pets...even if it is just a fish.
ReplyDeleteRIP fishy!
XOXO