Shawn is dead...

and I am hurting on the inside.

I haven't even had the chance to post about my 3 new friends and now...I only have 2.

Happier Times (Gus and Lamar)

It all started at the Strawberry Days Carnival where I won (with Schmee's assistance) a loverly goldfish, whom we named Lamar. Lamar traveled a great distance from Pleasant Grove to Highland then to Provo. He also experienced many different containers...or prisons, as it was. By Sunday morning, I wasn't sure if he would hold on much longer...even though we put him in a luxurious glass mixing bowl. Which I think created optimal viewing of me since I kept sticking my face wherever he went. We share a special bond.

While picking out his fabulous new home, I pondered on how lonely such a large tank would be. So I perused the fish wall for the perfect friend for Lamar...and came away with two! Shawn and Gus really were the cutest little guys, but sadly Shawn (the golden one...Gus was black. Yeah, I don't understand the concept of a black goldfish either.) never really bucked up. It was pretty amusing, although rather troubling, to watch him sit in the corner of the tank, only bothering to move when we tapped the glass and then he would just sink back to the bottom.

I believe he was depressed...I wonder what the statistics are on depression related fish deaths. Any how, Shawn passed on and I am heart-broken.

More sad news:
Recently, Lamar became the last surviving member of my Fish Squad. Gus sadly, and without warning, passed on to that big toilet bowl in the sky. I can not see what caused his death, except possibly my lack of cleaning his tank...or Lamar might have been plotting this for some time. He scares me a little. His feeding frenzy is comparable with that of Tiger Sharks...and to think I used to pet him.

Foreboding picture of Lamar's Future Fury (RIP Gus)

I hope to keep Lamar with me for some time...and to watch his every stealthy move...the trust is gone, Lamar, gone!