11-20-22 RIP Sweet George III
I awoke around 8 feeling much better, still a bit congested but definitely on the mend. After a couple coffee on the couch, I got chores done, folded laundry, watered my plants, got dressed and fed my pets…
That is where I was left with a great sadness as my beta, George III was dead. I didn’t notice him yesterday with all the in and out, so it may have occurred then, but what I do know is that I have never cried over the loss of a fish before. He was my buddy, my friend, my confident. I had him from before lockdown, before Missy, when I was alone with him. I talked to him all the time, he would swim to the side of the bowl and look at me, swishing his tail rapidly, like a dog. He was always responsive to my returning home, to chatting at him. I know the lifespan of a beta is only 2-5 years but I have never had one this long and I am verklempt. Part of me felt silly crying over a fish, I was surprised at the welling up of emotion, but he was my friend and I will miss him.
I think I hoped it wasn’t true, so I went to the office and worked on finishing a file for yearend and running their payroll. I am feeling better but didn’t want the one payroll I have for tomorrow to be late if I awake feeling worse. 7 hours later I came home to George in the same position and knew my fear was realized. I gave him a quick water burial and settled into the evening. I am going to try to sleep early again to give my body time to heal.
I do look forward to getting together with an old friend from Salt Spring Island who is in Cranbrook visiting with his brother and hunting. I haven’t seen Danny in years and look forward to getting together. It was great to hear his voice when he called.
triumphgal 