So, I’m thinking I should start a new category. It should be called, “There goes another one…”, and here would be the previous entries:

Goldie, Goldie Part II, Baby Woof Woof, Oscar, and the entries that I didn’t write would have been Mud Puppy and Snow White and Domino The Bunnies. Um, yeah. It is that pathetic.

This morning, I woke up to find Nemo…our ginormous goldfish…and Frosty…the slightly smaller but still un-flushable white goldfish…floating in the tank. I’m not sure what did them in. They were alive last night, and Kyra fed them right before bed. I promise I didn’t do it on purpose (even though I have totally thought about it many time before). Elijah saw me discover them, and he cried for, oh, about thirty seconds…till he was distracted by his blueberry waffles. I was going to just not tell Kyra, because, who needs that drama? She walked in the kitchen, though, as I was opening the fish tank. I stepped back, and may or may not have been whistling a little “I’m Not Doing Anything” tune.

Kyra looked at the fish tank, and asked, oh, so innocently, “Why is Nemo upside down?”
I just looked at her.
Her eyes widened, “Is he…is he dead?”
“Yeah.” I nodded.
“But…but why?”
“I don’t know.”
Her eyes narrowed on me, and she said, “You did it! You killed him.” She then burst into tears, saying, “I’m so sad!”

Feeling bad…for Kyra, not the fish, because I’m cold and callous like that…I mumbled an apology and began fishing (I know, I know) around in the tank for Frosty with a yellow plastic sandbox shovel. Why the shovel? Well, these fish are way too big for that wimpy, little dipping net. Kyra wiped the tears from her eyes, and incredulously exlaimed, “Frosty is dead, too?!?”

I got the fish out, laid them on a paper plate, and took them outside to throw them over the hill into the woods lovingly lay them to rest.

When I came back inside, Kyra was still crying. As I washed my hands at the kitchen sink, she said, “I’m so sad, and it’s ALL YOUR FAULT!”

Sigh. Yes. Yes it is. I feel so relieved sad that the messy, nasty creatures sweet little fishies are gone. I hope the hole in my heart will heal soon.

In the meantime, Oliver the Cat is keeping his distance.