Last Fall, Oliver came back from Grandmas with a goldfish. He named him, Finny Speedy Schultz. My first thought was, this will not end well. I give Finny one week tops. I even tried to prepare Ollie for the inevitable, by saying how sensitive goldfish are and they don't live long. But he was not hearing it, for he was a fish whisperer. He always remembered to feed him, but never too much, He took him on walks and told Finny all his secrets. He honestly loved this fish.
Well, that loved carried Finny for 5 glorious months. Last week, Ollie woke up and screamed FINNY!!! And I knew...I knew that Finny had gone to the other side.
So we gave Finny a proper funeral in our bathroom. Ollie gave his eulogy, Max said the prayer and Harper was the funeral director. It was pretty cute. Ollie said some kind words, he said, Finny...I thought we were would grow up together. I took care of you the best I could. He took a couple of pictures on his DSI and then we said farewell.