A Day of Mourning

I spoke too soon about Sam the Goldfish. he's gone to goldfish heaven.

He served us well, our little $2.45 fish. But, the day arrived when a bird feather landed in the fishbowl and within minutes he had this weird fungal stuff on him and red spotty things.

Kirrily asked again today - "Mummy, where did Sam go. Is he OK?" What do you say to that. Those big blue eyes looking up at you. "Is he sick mummy".

Not sure if she totally understands but she asked to go to the fish shop and buy another one. This time, he's not going to be called Sam. Or Sam Jnr or Sam the 2nd. She's already named our fish we haven't bought yet as 'Jeff'. Hopefully we don't have to go through the whole of the Wiggles names too soon.