So the fish are no more. One by one they were leaving us, so my oldest daughter set three of the five to sea (as they were salt water fish)
Good bye fish who never kissed our fingers. Goodbye to your little dirty bowl I had to clean three times a week, good bye to having to remind the baby to stop putting her hand in the tank, goodbye to wild woman splashing your water, good bye to feeding you and telling the girls to stop over feeding you, good bye to measuring out the salt for your new water, good bye to you darting to the bottom of the bowl when someone walked by your tank.... Good bye.... I am sure all the crazy reaching in the tank prepared you for life in the ocean and you will be rock steady ready if a predator comes your way! Good luck and good bye little fishies!
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