Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not much of an animal lover, yet oddly, I felt a little sad at Tishy's demise. And then I got over it! :) My only concern was how Beau might react and how I was to tell him. Do fish go to Heaven? Do we flush him? Bury him?
Well, after procrastinating for over TWO days I decided to bite the bullet and tell Beau. The dead fish in my kitchen was starting to creep me out!
Me: "Hey, Beau, I've got to tell you something."
Beau: "Yeah."
Me: "Tishy has died."
Beau: "Oh, let me see!" (said with a giddiness that unnerved me)
I lift him up to take a look at Tishy on the counter.
Beau: "Mom, why did he die?"
Me: "Well, fish don't live very long lives, and he was getting pretty old. It was just his time to go. We had him for a really long time, huh? Maybe we'll get another fish some day."
Beau: "Are you sure it's not because we didn't feed him?"
Beau traipses off to the living room to play. Tra-la-la!!
Hmmm...I guess I was worried for nothing.
