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Saturday, November 11, 2006

RIP, Spot


This is a sad day, my friends. Chris's beloved goldfish, Spot, has passed on to a better place. A place strewn with little plastic men in scuba outfits and shipwreck remains. A place where he no longer needs to worry about the amount of oxygen he's ingesting whilst eating pellet food. The big goldfish heaven in the sky.

I'd only known Spot for about a year, but he quickly won his way into my heart with his silly fish tank antics. He truly lived up to all pet expectations- he was lovable and sweet and liked to do little sideways-swimming tricks to entertain us in the mornings before work. He didn't fetch, but I'll give him cred for it anyway since his mouth wasn't really big enough to hold anything.

Spot, you will be very much missed by the girls of Thorndike.

(And thanks to Kirsten for the Spot portrait above.)

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5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous rocks hardcore!

My heart felt sympathy goes out to the both of you....goodbye Spot.

12:52 PM

 
Blogger Kirsten rocks hardcore!

RIP Spot. I will never forget the time we spent together, in my car, on the way to boston.

5:22 PM

 
Blogger shelleycoughlin rocks hardcore!

I cried a little bit when I saw his tank on the curb for garbage pickup this morning as I left for work.

11:23 AM

 
Blogger Unknown rocks hardcore!

no Spot II huh? We bought owen two goldfish for his birthday. The first lasted all of two days. I then had to do the whole sitcom thing where i bought a new one that looked exactly like it. About four fish later we decided that "Coo" and "Kha" where going to go live on a farm in Connecticut where they would have plenty of room to play.

9:40 PM

 
Blogger shelleycoughlin rocks hardcore!

When I was younger I got a note left by my cat Betty saying she decided to move to Florida to escape the harsh winters. It was even signed with her paw print. It wasn't until I was a freshman in college that I realized Betty's handwriting looked suspiciously like my mother's.

7:18 AM

 

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