It seems I have been writing a lot of these lately. Well, you know my popeyed goldfish Peepers? You know what, let me start from the beginning. Though, there’s not much to tell. Basically, I got home from work the afternoon of 10/7/14. I didn’t bother opening the blinds in the morning, so I thought I’d open them now to give Peepers more light, and I’d run over and give her a great big “how do?” before doing some hardcore gaming. It was at that moment that I found her.
Well, she’s buried in the backyard now, but I’ll get to that.
It was a rather creepy sight, needless to say, and creepier still to know I had run by her and been in the house for a good ten minutes going through the mail before I found her. And the strange thing was, she was perfectly fine when I fed her that morning. Not to mention the fact that I only had her five months, and they are supposed to live about ten years. I actually have another post I wrote about her that I have yet to publish, so if you see a post talking as if she was still around, that’s why. I just haven’t felt like going through and changing it all to the past tense.
Anyway, I put her in the backyard and buried her under the pebbles from her bowl, and I placed her bridge over her and stuck her plant into the rocks. I also thought singing “Cara Mia” from “Portal 2” would be a rather fitting song to sing, out of my narrow repertoire of songs I know the words to. It’s a rather pretty spot, actually, and I just hope the weather doesn’t eventually mess it up. I’ve taken pictures to remember it as it was that day, as I at least know that Plant (that’s what I named her verdant companion) will surely die, considering it’s meant to live in water, and then the lovely greenery will be gone.
I very much enjoyed Peepers’ company. She was a very sweet fish, and she would get so excited when she knew breakfast or dinner was coming, that she would flip onto her back from swimming backwards too quickly, showing her pale, yellow tummy whenever she did so, and she obviously ate plenty, as she grew a good amount in the short time I had her, and her long fins became more flowing and lovely than ever. She already had several nicknames, as well, namely Peeps, Little Bo Peepers, Diet Dr. Peepers, and Mary Peepins. (If you’d be so kind, tell me your favorite in the comments.) I know, her name, along with her nicknames, were ridiculously cutesy, but so was she.
I have other posts about her that talk about her in more detail. Suffice it to say, I enjoyed coming home to something pure and blameless when the outside world is not always kind. We didn’t get to spend much time together, but I will always remember it, and I am just grateful I got so many pictures and videos of her, when one of my biggest regrets with my cats was having so little to remember them by. The most recent video was taken merely a week prior, while the most recent photos were taken just a few days before that.
It started raining early the next morning, which makes sense really, as what use is a fish without water?
I’ll miss you, mia bella. I love you.
The Duck Will Remember Peeps