Connor has had his very own beta fish for probably six months. I told him it was his when he got it and told him it was his responsibility to take care of. About a week and a half ago, I noticed that our sweet fish was no longer moving, but decided not to say anything and waited to see how long it would take Connor to notice. THIS WAS A TEST! Three days later on a Tuesday night after Connor's dress rehearsal for his musical at church we got home late and he went in to feed his fish. I bent down as he was about to drop in the fish food and said, "Connor...is your fish moving?"...he replied quickly, "Yes momma" (long pause)...then convulsive crying ensued. I sat down on a little chair and grabbed him up and asked, "Did you forget to feed your fish" to which he replied firmly, "NO!" (again a long pause as I gazed into his teary eyes) and then he said, "Maybe a time or two." I felt sorry for the little fellow, but Doug and I felt like this was a good lesson about responsibility.
Our dead fish...
We finally made time to have a fish burial today (several days after the fish's death)...
The boys saying their goodbyes...
The burial or flushing:)
We made a trip to Walmart for new family members...this time we are trying goldfish...one for every child!
2 comments:
Poor, sweet Connor. My heart goes out to him.
The goldfish sure are cute!
Your first pet funeral!
How sad:( You can see the heartbrake in his little eyes.
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