It was the night of March-8-2011. I was eating macaroni and cheese with franks. When I noticed that my fish, Sushi, was just laying at the bottom of his fish tank. I called my mom in there and she tapped on the glass, and Sushi swam up and then he was fine. Although the morning of March-9-11 was when it happened. My mom was pouring him into the cup to pour into the toilet. My fish had die. He was a good fish. I loved so dearly and he was a nice decoration for our island. My mom said “You know we aren’t getting another fish right?” I said “Yes”, and moved on with my life. But once I have something on my heart I can’t let it go.
I am so sorry for your loss. I hope you have been recovering well. If it helps I happened to loose one of my dogs when I was 9 years old and we were not close at all. That should make you feel a little bit better… From, Ryan (your friend)
Thank you very much!! That helped a lot! Although it has almost been over one year, a little encouragement always helps♥