Yesterday, I performed my second funeral of the year. Right around noon, we lost our dear pet, Fluffy. My original goal was to get Fluffy to 3 years. Instead, we had Fluffy for just short of 9 glorious months. He will be missed.
Honestly, we'd seen this coming for a while. When we got back from SoDak in early July, Fluffy looked bloated and wasn't moving around much. There were a few possibly diagnoses: it could have been dropsy, a swim bladder infection, or he was constipated. We were hoping it was just constipation, so we didn't feed him for a few days and the bloating went down. It seemed like we were out of the woods but Fluffy still wasn't moving around much and he wasn't eating much either. Megan and I were pretty sure that the end was coming soon.
Thaliea was the first one to discover Fluffy. Obviously, we were tore up about it and the older kids cried. Jonah just kept asking why Fluffy died and I don't think my answer of, "no pet lives forever" was really satisfying for him. Having the kids write final notes to Fluffy helped. We had a short service in the backyard, where Fluffy was buried, surrounded by his loved ones.
Ezra, Thaliea, and Jonah have already talked about wanting to get a new pet. Once Megan gets back from her trip to Indonesia, we'll probably grab another betta. We bought some better food to supplement Fluffy's diet towards the end, so hopefully that'll help us keep the next fish alive a little longer.
RIP Fluffy, you were a good pet.
Have an excellent day!
~Adam
~Adam
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