Sunday, December 07, 2008


Years ago I took my youngest daughter to the pet store and we bought a Siamese fighting fish. She named it Francis after St. Francis. She said "he's the saint of pets you know Mommy". She was almost 3 at the time.

Well Francis has gone to the big fish bowl somewhere. He got sucked up in the filter in the aquarium. (Thing fell apart and nobody noticed). I'm going to miss the red guy. He was my favourite fish. He would always hang out at the bottom near the plants and come up during feeding. It just isn't the same without him.

1 comment:

Tom in Vegas said...

So sorry to hear this, Jennifer. When you love a pet - no matter what kind of pet it is - they take on the qualities of another human being. Their loss can hurt significantly.

Hope the kids are doing okay