We drove to Ann Arbor, MI, on Friday to visit my parents. They're in their 80's, and it's hard for them to travel. We normally visit them in the summer, but because we went out west this summer, we didn't see them.
Rob teaches until 10 p.m. Thursday nights, so I knew we wouldn't be leaving early Friday morning, but I have to admit I thought we'd manage to get away before noon. But no. So, by 11 a.m., when I had been ready to leave for over an hour and Rob had just finished his shower, I was a bit irritated. When Emma suddenly thought about her gold fish, Swimmy, and whether he'd make it through our Friday-noon-through-Sunday-evening absence, I wasn't terribly sympathetic.
"He'll be fine. Gold fish can survive for days without food."
So, late this afternoon, when we were back and I was throwing all the dirty clothes into the washer, I asked her if she'd like me to feed Swimmy, since I was upstairs. And of course, he was dead. Of course. He has to die when we're away, and I've told Emma that he'll be fine without us for a few days.
I just love life. It works out so well sometimes.
Ugh. Is she stomping around and blaming you for this?
ReplyDeleteMy condolences. But I agree with Jen on the Edge - I hope she isn't blaming you. It was Swimmy's time.
ReplyDeleteOf course he died. Ugh. What a pain in the butt--especially when no one wants to help keep to your schedule. I go through that same crap here and it always ticks me off.
ReplyDeleteMaybe Emma will be glad to upgrade to a different pet?
Amazingly, Emma isn't mad at me. She's just sad. Even she is surprised that she could be so attached to a fish.
ReplyDeleteOh dear, poor Swimmy.
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