The Goldie Years

I will blog about Co's first Christmas later, however, I feel that this deserved its own blog considering it's importance.  Let's start from the beginning...
When I was 8 and in 3rd grade at St. John's, I won a fish in a ping pong toss game at the school carnival.  A beautiful gold, shiny fish with fins and everything! So excited to have my own first pet, I took the dazzling goldfish home in the plastic cup I was given.  But, before we made it home, we made a pit stop at the Stop Inn for dinner.  When we came out, Goldie was no where to be found...until my dad felt him under his car seat.  He scooped the flipping slimey creature up and threw it back into the cup, leaves and all.  Even after that trauma, 19 years later the fish is still kicking...until Christmas Day.  Sadly, Goldie waited until we were all together to pass away in her bowl Christmas morning.  There will be no burial at sea - I mean come on, have you ever owned a 19 year old goldfish?  I think not!  This fish has been through too much to just flush - better yet she will recieve a proper burial in the Richmond Pet Cemetary. So, here's to 19 years of fishful bliss Goldie.  You will be missed...especially by mom.

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