Remington the Terrorist Goldfish died.
If you don’t know the tale of Remington, then perhaps you should go for a flash to the past and read; “Doing the right thing” to get caught up.
Remington has been with us for about 10 years. He is the oldest goldfish that I know of and had a good life. I think he was one damn lucky fish.
His passing caused a bit of Empty Nest Syndrome here in Sanctuary. The ungrateful bastards are now in college and I am seldom here, leaving the Mrs. alone for much of the time, but it took the passing of Remington to tug her heart strings.
Let us all mourn the passing of the fish.
Bye, fish!
He now resides in a little unmarked fishy grave where I placed him after muttering some insincere words.
Rest in peace, you little towel wearing trouble maker!
