A eulogy.
Tom.
You were a good fish.
You liked to look at me while I worked on the computer, and I liked looking at you too.
You were a good traveler; I'm glad you go to meet my family.
I hope you enjoyed your life here better than at WalMart.
Sorry that last water change didn't agree with you.
Love,
Ruth
2 comments:
Dear Ruth,
Sigh. Dear quiet Tom. I've never known a fish to travel so far in such a confined space. He would have done fine exploring space itself. I like to think eventually he will vaporize up into the back of beyond---might take a few million years if he is now buried underground but Farley will show him the way. If a cat can fly, then a fish can fin among the stars. In fact, Farley has a few games he could play.... He loves fish, alive or dead. Being dead himself is no deterrant to Farley. He thinks the life expectancy of what is possible is infinite.
Lady Gray was talking to me this morning. That is the most vocal cat. She takes her job very seriously, so at least twice a day I get to listen to her tell me about her life. Today I decided she is really a singer in disguise. I only thought she was talking. And she wants to be petted, but it makes her turn wrong side out to be touched. I keep trying, because she keeps hanging around until I do, and every time it's the same---- touch me touch me touch me--- oww, owww. owwwwwwah!
I'm sorry about Tom and his water problems. I hope it wasn't global warming.
Love, mom
Dear Ruth,
Sigh. Dear quiet Tom. I've never known a fish to travel so far in such a confined space. He would have done fine exploring space itself. I like to think eventually he will vaporize up into the back of beyond---might take a few million years if he is now buried underground but Farley will show him the way. If a cat can fly, then a fish can fin among the stars. In fact, Farley has a few games he could play.... He loves fish, alive or dead. Being dead himself is no deterrant to Farley. He thinks the life expectancy of what is possible is infinite.
Lady Gray was talking to me this morning. That is the most vocal cat. She takes her job very seriously, so at least twice a day I get to listen to her tell me about her life. Today I decided she is really a singer in disguise. I only thought she was talking. And she wants to be petted, but it makes her turn wrong side out to be touched. I keep trying, because she keeps hanging around until I do, and every time it's the same---- touch me touch me touch me--- oww, owww. owwwwwwah!
I'm sorry about Tom and his water problems. I hope it wasn't global warming.
Love, mom
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