Some Fishy Business

He out-did me one day of my prediction, but sadly Shawn passed away this morning at 08:42. As of yet, unfortunately no next of kin have come forward. Funeral services were held shortly thereafter in Il Latrine where he was given a washed out send off. Presumably he was met by his long-time tank friend and sparring buddy, Shane. Swim on my friend, swim on.

In the days preceding his untimely death, medicative assistance was sought after at the local pet menagerie and digestive staples supplier. As it was, Grosvenor was met with, “Ucht, they’re just cheap feeder fish — trash.”
This, as the pint-sized squires watched on.
“I could sell you the medication but it’ll cost you $7. Grunt. Groan. They’re not worth it anyway. Come back in a few weeks and I’ll set you up with some Tropicals.”

We slavelessly endeavoured to preserve your light form Shane, but were met with scoffing rebuttals and mean, snippy, hard-hearted quips. Another establishment will be frequented in the pursuit of another “bisssh” following a short but timely jaunt to another State five hundred miles to the south. The new fish – plural or singular – should be making his/her/their debut sometime in mid-August.

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14 responses to “Some Fishy Business

  1. Good luck finding a lovely new bisssh… When my family packed up our house to move to New York state when I was seven, I was sad to leave my brother’s and my fish (both two or three years old) in the care of our next door neighbour…. Happily, when we moved back two years later, the fish (Moby and Dick) were still alive and well!

    Not sure what it says about me, but it wasn’t until I was a teen I realised that my parents and neighbour had pulled a fast one on me and my brother…

  2. what a tactless pet store associate!

    r.i.p. shawn and shane.

  3. Aww. Poor Shawn. But you put forth a valiant effort.

  4. I trust Shane and Shawn are swimming together in the big tank in the sky. My deepest condolences.

  5. R.I.P. Shawn. You’re fertilizer now.

  6. I tried doing the whole fish as a pet thing…I hated it…and I had one fish that NEVER would die so that I could hang up the fish tank for ever…

    When we moved…we flushed him or her to the sea…good riddance I say! 🙂 But it seems you had a love for them and I am truly sorry for your loss 🙂

  7. “I could sell you the medication but it’ll cost you $7. Grunt. Groan. They’re not worth it anyway. Come back in a few weeks and I’ll set you up with some Tropicals.”

    hahahahaha! i know i shouldn’t but that’s hilarious!!!

  8. Should people who work in pet stores, ummm, actually like pets?

  9. They are so tough to take care of – I hope the boys are okay? How did you tell them?? And, good for you for giving them the burial at sea.

  10. Isn’t it their job to “sell” you things. You would have spent at least $20 if I was helping you.

  11. Poor Shawn. Give the next one a two syllable name like Nemo. Nothing ever happened to him.

  12. I feel your pain! I’m thinking the fake plastic kind might survive in our house.

  13. I’m really bad but I laughed far too much imagining the burial with Il Latrine. Classic. Were the boys at all fussed?

  14. Poor fishy 😦 . Look forward to meeting the new additions

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