I think my very first baby is taking his last breaths.
I’ve known this day was coming for quite a while. I mean, I’ve had him for almost three years now, so he’s an old man. He’s grown less active and tends to stay in a few spots all the time. Now, he’s just laying on the sand breathing heavily.
Three years and I’m still unprepared. Losing him feels like losing a connection to who I was in the past as well as simply losing a beloved pet. He was always a constant through so much change and transformation in my life, but now he won’t be there. I know he’s “just a fish,” but he holds a special place in my heart (and always will).
It’s going to be weird not having that tank on my dresser anymore. I decided that I would not be getting any more fish after him because in about a year I’ll be heading to college. I hoped he would hold out until the end of my senior year so I could have my little friend all throughout high school, but I think he’s just tired.
It hurts, but I know he’ll be in a better place. He can finally get the rest he needs. It’s his time, and all I can do is make him comfortable. I hope somehow he knew how much I loved him.
To Neptune. I love you my grumpy boy.
2017-2020❤️












