We gave Doc Brown a fish tank for Christmas. We also gave him two goldfish to go with it.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Now we're down to one.
Saturday night we discovered the goldfish Doc had lovingly named Blue Fish laying at the bottom of the tank. Aren't they supposed to float? The cause of death is yet to be determined. PB thinks the water was a problem, but I'm leaning toward morbid obesity. The thing had tripled in size in a month.
Doc coped by taking a hands-on approach with the funeral arrangements. He carefully scooped Blue Fish out of the tank and was the one to give the final flush sending his pet to fishy heaven (although Doc explained to me that there is no such thing as fishy heaven so there's one theological minefield averted). Obi Wan-da offered commentary in her own pragmatic way, "Why are his eyes open? Shouldn't they be closed?" She also delicately broke the news to the remaining fish, Water, "Sorry Water. Blue Fish is dead. I hope you don't die."
Death is one of those things I wish I could protect my kids from . I've been dreading the day our aging dog leaves us and I don't even want to think about the loss of a loved one. But I know it will happen so I'm thankful that Blue Fish is a relatively harmless way to stick our toe in the water... so to speak.
It's been interesting watching how Doc has handled the whole thing. He hasn't shed any tears, but his sadness has come out in other ways such as the way he keeps checking on Water and how he had a hard time sleeping Saturday night. I know it's just a fish, but I hope we'll use this opportunity to watch Doc's reaction so we can learn how to better help him when he's sad. I also hope we're laying the groundwork so he feels secure talking to us about his feelings.
We've told Doc that once we're sure we've got the tank's water under control he can pick out a new fish. Doc's already told us he wants to name it Blue Fish... not Blue Fish 2, the second or Junior... just Blue Fish. That's not weird, right?