We've had our share of unexpected pet deaths lately, but one that would be welcome is the passing of our fish, Captain Jack. The average life span of a betta fish is 2 years. We've had Captain Jack for four. During those four years, he's gotten fin rot several times. Each time, his fins would disintegrate and I would expect his death to follow shortly. But each time he bounced back and regrew his fins. So we figured he was named appropriately.
Now however, he's clearly well past the life expectancy and is near his end. But he just won't die. He hasn't eaten in 2 weeks. Every day I find him lying on the floor of his tank and I tell the kids he's died. Then we bump the tank and he starts swimming again. Now it's become a joke. I go in there and say, "Captain Jack is dead". And the kids say, "No he isn't, he's just resting". Sure enough, he's not dead yet.
Go Captain Jack... go swim with the fishes...er... go to that great big wet place in the sky. We're ready to let you go, buddy. You're ready.
I'm waiting to get an "anonymous" comment on this post, about how my joking about fish death is sending the wrong message to my kids. (if you're lost, check the comments on "Bet You Can't Do This" and "Naked Healing")
Anonymous, if you leave me a comment, I'm throwing a pie at you.
**UPDATE** Looks like Captain Jack is finally dead. I think. *goes to tap the glass again*