Two years ago during our senior county fair photo shoot the girls won, of all things, a living being. Fair Fishy, as he’s come to be known, came home with me because 1. I couldn’t pawn him off on any of the girls and 2. I couldn’t bear to let a living being meet his fate in the toilet bowl just because I didn’t want to take care of him. I pulled out an old fish bowl from a past beta fish, God rest her soul, and Fair Fishy made it his new home. He seems to be happy in his simple little fish bowl because he’s still going strong two years later.

This past year has been an eventful one for him. Two moves to different homes, somehow flipping out of his bowl for me to find him on the floor for who knows how long (I thought he was dead, went to pick him up and he moved so I put him back in his bowl and he swam on like nothing had happened), and a cat that insists on drinking the water from his bowl instead of her own water bowl. The little guy just rolls with the flow and swims on.

Here’s to you, Fair Fishy. Wishing you a happy belated birthday and another (hopefully less eventful) year happily living in our animal zoo of a home.


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