Charlie

Poor Charlie.

Last semester I took a Public Speaking class. One of the speeches I had to present was about pets. I chose to speak on Goldfish and bought 'Charlie' for a visual aid. Who knew he would make it this long?

Well, this morning he moved on. I woke to find him belly up in his tank. Maybe the heat got to him. I don't know. I'm a bit sad at how quickly he went. Although I have to admit that almost every morning I would look to his bowl and expect to see what I saw this morning- but it still caught me by surprise.

It's kinda weird. People often talk about how deaths come in groups. Y'know what I'm talking about, right!? Well, we said good bye to a sweet kitty last night, and a wonderfully quiet goldfish this morning.

NO MORE, O.K.!?