Death of a Friend

I get attached to things too quickly.
So far, in my life, it has been both a blessing and a curse.

The title of this blog states 'Death of a Friend', when it really should say 'Death of a Pet'. However, though it was my pet (if only for a few weeks), it was more of a friend than anything. I recently received two goldfish from the 'Arts Dinner' at my school. They had been swimming in glass vases on each table as its centerpiece, and were given away later in the evening. I gladly took two home, and named them Purge (male) and Proxy (female).

Well, this morning, Proxy passed away.

I'm sure most of you are rolling your eyes thinking "It's just a bloody fish". Well, yes. Yes, it was a fish. But she was my fish, and my friend, and I loved her. Proxy was a bright orange goldfish, the kind you see in every Internet picture when you type 'Goldfish' into the server. But she was still special. She was energetic, and ate more food than I really should have given her...spoiled little fish. I'll remember her with fondness.

Purge, my black goldfish, is getting along nicely. After Proxy died I cleaned out his tank, refilled his water, and fed him.
He spent the next half hour flitting back and forth in the tank, clearly not happy.

I guess that makes two of us.