Bye

March 9, 2008 Timmy
March 11, 2008 Jimmy
Goodbye Timmy and Jimmy

I shouldn't be this sad. After all they were just two goldfish from a tiny carnival in Temple City. So why am I so caught up in these two? They didn't live as long as the turtles or bunnies. They didn't interact with me a much as those either. Just fish. I keep telling myself that, but it's not working too well. I even eat fish! They were doomed from the start, and I knew it the whole time. But I just had to get all excited and think that maybe just maybe that they might live this time. Stupid ping-pong ball. It just had to make it in. Ah, I hate this. Even as I was emptying the tank I kept hoping that he would come back alive and start swimming around. It didn't seem possible that in a half hour period of time he would just die. But I knew it. Once the first one died it was only a matter of time until the second one would. I knew it for two days. It completely loomed over me the whole time, but surprise surprise! He really did die. And what's even worse? My grandma acted so fast. Once I had finished emptying the tank, she threw it away. Not even a single drop of compassion or an it's okay. Just a big ol' ( spoken in chinese ) "Those little fish were going to die anyways. They weren't even worth anything." Ouch. Like a stab in an already broken heart. But forget it. I have no time or reason to mope around. After all, they were just going to die anyways.