Rockster

My fish died in the beginning of October…I woke up to find he was gone to the big fish cloud in the sky.  It made me really sad.  Yes, although he was “just” a fish, he was important to me.  He was there when I came home at night, a constant in my life.  I talked to him, said goodbye to him, told him to behave as I walked out the door (not that he could wreak much havoc in his bowl.)  But he came into my life when I needed him…and he comforted me in his simple way. 

I buried him in cotton in a park next to me…so that I may say hello as I walked by.  So that I may always be reminded of him and this period in my life.

Rocky rocked.