“Mom, is Wanetta supposed to be floating on her side like that?” (Oh dear, I thought… at least let me get some coffee in before the tearful death scene.) But my daughter was a trooper, taking it all in stride. She even wanted to do the scooping out of the little body by herself. As I was washing out the bowl, she got pretty quiet and I could tell she was deep in thought, and then she said, “You know what? I think next time I’ll get a dollar fish.”
So here’s a picture of the new fish, which my daughter named Wanetta The Second. (this serial naming system reminds me of my ex-grandmother-in-law, who had owned a string of nasty little chihuahuas, all named Timmy– she was on Timmy the 11th when I last saw her) Wanetta is a fantail goldfish, such a pretty little thing…. hope she lasts more than 4 days. At this rate, we will be on Wanetta the Twenty Fourth by year’s end.