Was amiss was seeing my
Fish swim at the
Bottom of the tank.
My second clue was
Squishing through water
On the carpeted
Floor.
The aquarium was nearly
Empty, and panic mode
Set in.
Rescue the fish!
Carry the tank to the tub!
Grab towels and mop up the
Flood.
My mind was racing.
What happened?
And what about my
Fish since they no longer
Had a home?
Thankfully, the pet store
Man agreed to adopt
Them as his own.
So I dropped them off:
Molly,
Rosebud,
Limey,
Tigger, and
Buddy, the golden one,
The one who hung on from
The beginning,
The one Jack named.
As I quickly walked out the
Pet shop door,
I cried.
It was the end of an era,
For I just couldn't begin
Again.
I'm still cleaning up the
Awful mess,
And as I work, I think of
This:
It's hard to tell our pets
Good-by, even when
They're just fish.