R.I.P. Fishy Fishy

Today marks the death of our first family pet. Fishy-Fishy, our red Beta fish, officially died during the night. He hasn't been doing well for about a week now, and as I sat sobbing over him three days ago I realized there was nothing I could do. (Count the sobbing up to pregnancy hormones and a feeling of responsibility for letting him down.) I just dont know what happened! He was fine for months, and even survived two different trips to Cousin Ava's house while we went out of town. Then about a week or two ago he started swimming funny and not eating much. In the end he wouldnt move all day except to come up and eat a bit. Then he wasnt moving at all, except once in a blue moon. And finally this morning it was apparent he had bit the dust, so to speak.

Luxie, thankfully, has no clue. She thinks he is resting. But I will have to get rid of the evidence this evening before things get stinky, and it breaks my heart a bit. I will miss Fishy Fishy. It was fun while it lasted. R.I.P. little buddy.