The Memory of a Good Friend

Friday night I was preparing for bed in my usual manner and I went to put Gamma, my beta fish to sleep. The routine consists of turning off the bubbles and light in his tank and feeding him. I poked him with the knitting needle I had sitting there to wake him up and he did not respond. Dad came in and poked him around and he still did not do anything. Gamma was gone. We gave him the usual burial at sea. :'(