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I wasn't here when Gadget and Chip both went belly-up, probably owing to the stress of being part of a new tank environment (I was in D.C. living large). Noah broke the news to Ethan last Friday morning, as he fortunately discovered the corpses first. They talked about it, Ethan decided he wanted to see them to say goodbye, then asked if they were coming back to life. Noah explained that, no, they were instead going to God's big fish tank in the sky.
The funeral was apparently very moving, and included some kind words, a prayer, and a sidewalk-chalk tombstone.
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This past week Ethan and I went to PetSmart and picked up four new tropical fish to join our community (actually three and an underwater snail). His reservoir of names seems to be running dry (so far we have Nemo, Zipper, the late Chip and Gadget, and two "Shark Heads" that are sometimes called Silly and Jelly indiscriminately). The newest fish are Ghost-ghost, Pillow-pillow, Fight-fight, and Knifehead (the snail).
We hadn't seen Fight around all day, which was highly suspicious. The possibilities were few: the cat figured out some sneak attack into a covered 10-gallon tank, Fight wasn't feeling well and was hiding in the log cave, or Fight had gone in the log cave to die alone with dignity.
Guess which one it was.
"I see him! He's dead!" Ethan exclaimed as the cadaver formerly, and briefly, known as Fight-fight floated free when Noah lifted it from the watery deep. Apparently he didn't have much fight-fight in him after all. (Too soon?)
Warning: graphic images of ichthyoidal remains ahead.
|We really liked your little black mustache, Fight-fight.|
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All this has prompted a number of conversations like "Mommy what happens when you get old?" and statements like "He went to God." He's really taking it all in, processing it and putting the pieces together, which he proved today on the way to church: he told Nanny that she could give me her ring when she goes to God. (It's okay—she's a proponent of morbid talk.)
I needn't worry too much about Ethan, though. Disney is practically doing my job for me, as evidenced the other day when he announced, "Remember that dead bug? He's on the circle of life."