Sunday, October 14, 2001

I had to add this because it’s been an issue all day. Maggie’s fish has been looking to move on to a higher plane for the last few days and I have been dreading the final moment. I have spent more time preparing her for this fish’s death than anything that she and I have ever done. So, I’m upstairs reading the paper and Maggie announces that she has the fish and it’s time to put it in the toilet. Slowly I turned, expecting to see a dead kissing fish clutched in her hand but she was holding the net and smoochie had passed away. We gave the traditional burial at sea and she went back to playing with the promise of a trip to the pet store tomorrow night. I’m very impressed with my brave little girl. 12:00:00 AM    says you