This morning Jumper the fish bit the dust.
Just when I was starting to get attached.
Dave was attached, for crying out loud. Seriously.
He (Jumper) would watch us in the kitchen and get all excited when we got his food out. You may think I kid, but he was either a smarty-pants or really crazy.
I was just starting to think maybe this fish would really last…and then I found him “sleeping” sideways.
It was a sad day in our house when we had a mini funeral around the toilet.
Grace consoled me that we’d probably get to see him again in Heaven.