Rest in Fish

I saw you grow up before my very eyes. My X and I bought you one day to replace the one XX and I had before, Britney. You were just one of the many we saw that day but you stood out. You were special. More than two and half years ago today, you became a part of my life.

This morning I said goodbye to you the way I did before I left the house.

"See you later Paris...", I said.

You were still okay or so I thought. I looked at you one more time and closed the door. While walking to the lift, I had a strange thought that I should have fed you this morning. I was already late for work - I promised myself that I would feed you again tonight.

I got home a few minutes past nine. I was pissed for no reason - well there was a reason but that's another story. I lit a cigarette and took a phone call. From where I sat, I looked your way - I saw you lying on the floor. You were not moving. I felt a stabbing pain in the chest. For a moment, I could not breathe. Only then did I realize, you had passed away.

During moments of extreme sadness, I usually try to count my blessings. Tonight, it was good that I was on the direct line to happiness when I found out what happened. Had I seen you earlier, when I was still pissed and alone, I would have lost it. I would have probably cried.

I feel sad for losing you, Paris. You were a great companion. You know my secrets - you know me well. You were a friend for a long, long time. Thank you for the memories, Paris. I will miss you.

May you rest in fish.

Blogger's Note: I was on the phone with Bad Boy (a.k.a BB) when I found out that my flowerhorn had died. He explained to me that some things have to change for the better; some need to leave to make way for something new. Tonight, Paris left me but tonight, I also realized I have someone better, someone new. Thanks BB - too bad you did not get to meet Paris. You would have probably adored her as much as I did.