Oh, it is a sad, sad day on the grid, my friends.
About a year ago, my darling fiancé and I decided to become fish parents. We bought the tank, all the fixings, medicine, fish food, and even a fancy little tank-cleaning setup from Fancy Decor. And of course, we named our tiny new family member... Junior.
Now, I won't pretend we were model fish parents right out of the gate.
There were... let's call them growing pains. It took us a few tries to figure out exactly what our little finned friend needed to thrive. In fact, we failed. Not once. Not twice. But five times.
Each time we welcomed a new little fish into our home, we carried on the legacy, naming them Junior II, Junior III, Junior IV, Junior V...
Rest in peace, little Junior dynasty. 🫧🐠
By the time Junior VI came along (or Jr. VI, as we affectionately called him), we'd finally figured things out. We had become better fish parents.
Well... let me humble myself here, because if I'm being fair, it was mostly Alex.
He was the world's best fish daddy.
Junior wasn't just our fish. He was his little buddy. Every morning before work, every evening when he got home, he'd stop to check on him. And Junior always seemed to know. The moment Alex walked into the room, he'd come swimming over, wagging his little finlets and caudal fin with all the excitement a tiny fish could muster.
Unfortunately... today we came home to this...
The moment we walked through the door, I heard my sweet love cry out,
"Ohhh nooooo... nooo, Juniorrr!"
My heart instantly dropped into my stomach.
He didn't have to tell me what was wrong. I knew from the sound of his voice.
For 316 wonderful days, Junior VI graced our home with his tiny presence. He may have only been a little fish, but he brought us far more joy than anyone would expect from such a small creature.
It's funny how attached we become to the little lives we care for.
Losing a pet, no matter how small, leaves a surprisingly big hole in your heart.
Alex is so heartbroken that he asked me to let our friends know, because he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
We're not sure there will be any formal memorial services. Knowing Junior, he probably wouldn't have wanted us to sit around being sad. He'd much rather we remembered him happily swimming up to greet his favorite human every day.
So tonight we'll remember our little fishy with grateful hearts, a few tears, and probably a smile or two as we laugh about the adventures of Juniors I through VI.
Swim free, little buddy.
You were deeply loved, and you'll be dearly missed. ♥️
🫧🐠🫧🐠🫧🐠🫧🐠
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