Emily’s buddy, Charlie, turned 1 this past weekend. He had a fantastic Elmo themed party and the game prizes were little “Dorothy”s (Elmo’s pet goldfish). However, with all the action packed into his party we never got around to playing the games. So at the end of the party Alie was sending me home with all 5 goldfish. I felt a great deal of pressure to sustain the lives of these 5 little guys, but she told me that 9 of them had already died leading up to the party, which made me think “okay sure, some entertainment for Emily for a few days until they all die”. Sad but funny.
So they came home with us. 2 in one fish bowl and 3 in the other. Emily was so delighted saying “fishies, fishies”, we counted them together (she loves to count to 5, and then we high 5 at the end) and watching them swim around. I was so proud when we went to bed that night and still had 5 fish swimming happily.
The next morning I was greeted by our first loss. I didn’t get too down on myself. I scooped it up, tossed it and went on with my morning. When Emily woke up and came downstairs she said “fishies, fishies”, we counted them, fed them and watched them swim around. That night we lost another one.
Now three fish swimming about, 2 in one bowl which I found to be a very boring pair, and 1 in the other whom I nicknamed Spunky – because he had spunk. We made it a full day with these 3.
The next day we were gone all day, so I can’t say for sure when 1 of the two boring fish died. But I came home around 4:30 to his sad little lifeless body. It didn’t dawn on me that this would be an appropriate time to change the water again. At dinner Eric placed the two remaining fish in their bowls on the dining room table for Emily’s entertainment while we ate. The one who had lost his friend just stayed at the top. Eric even said “how funny, it looks like he’s trying to breath”. It wasn’t until later that I realized, maybe not breath in air but at least to get a break from the carcass water that he was being forced to live in. He died that night.
And then there was one! And lucky for me it’s Spunky, my favorite one. Emily got up this morning, she saw the fish and said “fishies, fishies”, she kept saying 2, but I corrected her that there was only 1, we changed his water, I let Emily feed him which was a thrill for her, and then we watched him pop his head to the top to eat it all up. Emily laughed and pointed, tried to pet him, wanted to hold him, but eventually settled on just watching and saying “fishy”.
This is day 5 with Spunky. Wish me luck.