Fred is Dead

Fred the fish died on Sunday.  He was a good goldfish.  He lived a good long fish life.  Lydia purchased Fred two and a half years ago at Walmart.  He was 23 cents.  We already owned the fish bowl, so all we needed to purchase was a bottle of goldfish food, which ended up outlasting Fred.

Every time we left town for a few days, the kids would cart the fish bowl over to the neighbor's house.  Mr. P was kind enough to fish sit for us on numerous occasions.  Mr. P's grandkids loved Fred, too.

                                     Jude--hamming it up for the camera--he's over Fred now

We got home from church Sunday afternoon and found Fred on the kitchen counter.  I guess he took a risk and decided to jump out of the bowl and see what life on "the outside" was like.  It was a risk that didn't pay off.  Jude was especially sad.  "That was my favorite pet!" he said.  Fred was our only pet and now he's dead.