Sad news...

We lost a member of the family today..... Brooke's goldfish Goldie ( Yea I know original name right? =P ).

I check on the goldfish each night as I tuck the kids into bed. Because I'm such a good mom right? Well actually I do it because the thought of stinky dead fish in my house gives me the heebie jeebies! When I saw Goldie last night I noticed she or he... hell I don't know what sex the damn thing is.... was only swimming at the bottom of the tank. I sprinkled some food in the top and he or she ( I'll just say "it") didn't come to the top. Now normally these fish are practically flopping out of the water because they're starving! Yes I don't feed the fish regularly. =P It's hard enough to keep up with feeding all these kids.... and don't get me started on my poor dog. Hell... I forget to let him out half the time. =P So the goldfish are at the bottom of the totem pole around here! Anyways.... Goldie stayed at the bottom of the tank and I had a feeling the end of life was near.

Now any decent mother would've sat vigil by the fish tank checking on the poor thing throughout the night... offering CPR if needed. But alas... I'm not a decent mother. I went to bed without giving the fish a second thought. :) I didn't even mention to Matt that we probably needed to call in Hospice. I just plucked the extra kids off my bed and went to sleep.

So this morning as I was cleaning up Brooke's room.... why that child can't pick up her own crap is beyond me.... I happened to look up and only saw the spotted fish and the frog. I don't remember what the spotted fish's name is... maybe Dotty. lol But she ( or he) didn't always have spots... so my luck this thing probably has some sort of skin cancer and is going to die too. =P I also don't remember the frog's name either. My god... I really am a horrible mother! I've been living with these things and can't even call them by their proper name. Oh well... atleast I get my kids right.... most the time. lol Anyways.... I get a little closer and notice that Goldie is "sleeping" at the bottom of the tank. Brooke was standing right by me and I gently tell her that her fish has passed away. Okay I lied.... I turned around and told her that the fish was dead and go get the net. =P She was fine at first and said oh well. But then when Daddy called she fell apart. Probably because Matt is a little more compassionate than I am and was probably telling her he was sorry for her loss, etc. =P

Poor Brooke will probably need to seek grief counseling today at school. I hope she makes it through the day okay. =P

Tonight we will take Brooke to get a new fish.... hopefully she'll be over the grieving process by then. My concern is though that the spotted fish ( the one that probably has cancer) is going to eat whatever new "friend" we put in there. He ( or she) is a pretty big fish. And then I'll be going through ths process over and over again. Although I won't have to dig them out of the tank if he just swallows him whole!