Great White Throne Burial

Maggie's fishy, Dora, died on Sunday. She started going downhill on Friday, so I prepped Maggie by saying the fishy would be dying soon, and pointed out how she wasn't eating or swimming around much. I waited until Monday to point out poor, dead Dora. She wasn't much phased by the news... I had already told her we'd go get a new fishy (fish are just not as emotionally taxing as a cat or dog).

The big flush.

So Monday after dinner we hopped on over to the pet store to get a new fish. My original plan was to get another feeder fish (best $0.25 you can spend on a pet), or a slightly more expensive fancy goldfish (they are more found and cost a whopping $1.99). So, um, I guess it would be a good idea if you DIDN'T get the crazy animal lover to scoop up your chosen fish. Because I ASKED for a tiny fancy goldfish, but what I got back was NOT "Yes, ma'am, which one?" but "Actually, we only recommend bettas for fishbowls." He had asked me what kind of tank I had at home just previously. Ug. I hemmed and hawed. Salesperson not budging. We brought home a betta ($3.99). Maggie picked out a beautiful blue male. I asked what we should name him, and she didn't know, so I started going through names she might like. We settled on King Triton. I think it fits.