Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Another one bites the dust

Kenny chooses bad fish. I am convinced of this.

His bad fish talked my good fish into some kind of murder suicide pact.

That's right, my sweet innocent fish left us this morning. I went to feed him and he was gasping for air. I tried fish CPR, but to no avail. He was not long for this world.

It has been a sad week.

1 comment:

jenthompson said...

I would like to see pictures of the fish CPR please :)