With a title like that I should call Take A Break magazine, or maybe contact The Mirror!
Some of my friends may have seen a rather emotional post on my Facebook on Saturday night, that told how my wonderful Goldfish Frank was passing away. I wrote:
“I know people joke and laugh about being upset when their goldfish dies, but my dear old Frank is slowly passing away. I am genuinely heart broken. He’s been with me for years and years. He’s seen me grow from a young teenager to a woman, my kids love him and so does my hubby. He even was my only company when I lived alone (even living in a tiny glass jug when i lived in my caravan). But I think tonight I was sadly say goodbye. He doesn’t deserve to be flushed away down the loo or tossed in the bin. He deserves a proper burial. Actually devistated, but he lived to an old age. Gonna sit next to his tank so he isn’t lonely. Ps: I never actually knew another fish that begged for my dinner like a dog!”
As much as I come across to be a very jokey person and never actually take things seriously, I was actually devastated to face the fact that I was about to say goodbye to Frank. I put my hand into his bowl and gently lifted his lifeless body, I let some food settle next to him and helped him eat a little. I didn’t want him dying on an empty tummy! After it appeared that food was most likely to be the last thing on his mind, I laid him back down on the bottom of the tank and watched him gasp of air every few seconds, as he gasped his little body gave a strange ‘twitch’ like he had an odd pulse passing through him. He has lost all of his lovely gold and was actually white, his body was contorted in half and his scales all looked sharp as none of them sat flat to his body. He would occasionally thrash, folding himself in half one way and then another, then float back down to the bottom of the tank. That night, I kissed his bowl and said goodbye.
Sunday morning I woke up, quite late (OK I had a massive hangover, the first in 2 years) and I heard Jay call out “You seen Frank yet?”. I ran to his bowl to see him swimming around perfectly fine. The gold was back in his scales, he was swimming around the plants and even came up to the glass to say ‘good morning’ – he has done this every morning for as long as I have had him (which is well over 10 years). Now either Jay managed to leave the house, in the middle of the night, locate an identical goldfish and swap them over OR my goldfish is Jesus… resurrected from the dead…. or maybe I am Jesus, and when I held him in the palm of my hand, I used my mystical powers to revive him.
OR…. my goldfish is a Mother******* ZOMBIE!!!!!
I would also like to just take this moment to thank everyone for their kind messages to me, while I thought Frank was dying… it really does prove what a bunch of loopy pet lovers we really are!! so, THANK YOU!
