This morning we awoke to find Erwin, or Ervin dead in his bowl. We have had Erwin or Ervin for almost 2 years. We even moved him in a jar when we moved back from FL. Jen named him when we first brought him home. She named him Erwin, or maybe it was Ervin, we are not sure. So when I committed him to the great rice patty in the sky, Jen made me do it twice, once for Erwin, and again for Ervin, or maybe it was for Ervin and them Erwin, I don’t know. Anyway he is in a better place now, our septic tank.
For those who don’t know, evidently not all dead fish float to the top, Erwin didn’t, neither did Ervin.
3 comments:
such a sad tale, hmmm. it really kinda makes me want to cry. i love that no name fish! sniff sniff
even in his death, ervin or erwin is such a pretty fish, though.
his name was erwin, even i remeber that. poor, poor ervin... i mean erwin!
this is a sad day!!!!
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