Well, Sunday night after Shandy's birthday dinner, I found "no name" like this: (not for the fish-lover or faint of heart)
So long "no name" may you rest in peace in the bowels of my toilet.
The next morning Carson said "Hey, where is no name???" and I had to tell him what happened. For a second he looked like he was going to cry and then he got a funny boy-smile and said "ha ha, he went to the sewer!" And that was the end of that.
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People should know that the fish was alive, but paralyzed. He couldn't move his body, just one of his fins and his mouth/gills. Flushing him was the only humane thing to do. I thought about the disposal for half a second....
Am I to assume Grandma is still alive..I have a vested interest you know. (Pat)
i wonder if he had a name lie..... fernie, he would have lived a long and happy life.....
I sure wish our fish would die!
Time to get a new one?
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