Thursday, January 17, 2013
When Sam and Sarah returned, they were not thrilled to have a new member of the family. They never named him. They never put colored stones in the bottom of his bowl or a little pirate castle. They never said comforting words to him when he jumped out of his bowl and landed on the granite counter top, his fin cemented to the surface.
Today I received this email from Sarah:
I should go to Phoenix and give this fish palliative care. I would crush an Ativan and sprinkle it into the water, so that Fish could feel calm before he moves through the tunnel and into the light. I would give him a name: Herman Melville. I would tell him I've never known a gold fish who lived five years.
What a brave fish he's been in the faee of emotional abuse and periodic neglect.
Sarah, could it be that the Saran Wrap across the top of the bowl to keep fish from jumping free, is actually suffocating poor fish?
We palliative care specialists have to ask these questions.
Posted by Louise Plummer at 8:56 PM