Ricky, the fish

Poor, Ricky, the beta fish didn't make it through yesterday. I came home and his little bubbling fish tank was no more and neither was he. Actually, Jay was off yesterday and cleared the entire area by the time I came home. It looks really odd in the tiny space without it being taken up with the tiny structure that Ricky inhabited. Jay bought the fish for the grand kids, promptly named him Ricky, and then had to feed him and change out the water in the tank.

From what I could tell it was natural causes. We had the little guy a long time or at least what we think is very long for a beta fish. We haven't told anyone yet. The grand kids don't know but I'm sure we will all get past it soon enough. Jay says he isn't getting another one. This is just one of those things that happen and we are going to have a much harder time taking care of our very old dog. Poor Tobi girl has gone blind although she still prances out in the middle of the yard in the rain. She's adjusted very well for such an old girl and yes, it's an actual prance.

I didn't mean to start writing about a fish, or a dog. You come to realize how long you've had these pets around when you see a small space that is vacated. Seems we aren't doing so well in the pet department.

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