Yesterday was a sad day at our house. Our fish, a betta named Jimmy Dugan, went to the Rainbow Bridge. He was the first pet Mom got when she moved here, so he lived over a year and a half. I guess that's a pretty good life for a fish.
I thought he was very fascinating when I first moved in. I could see him in his tank way up on the counter. I would sit on the floor and look up at him, watching him swim around, up and down. He was a pretty blue color (I can't believe Mom didn't have any pictures of him!) and had elegant, flowing fins. It was great entertainment for a kitty! Sometimes, when Mom was gone, I would get up on the counter next to him so I could have a better view.
Jimmy didn't have much to say, but he would swim up to greet Mom when she approached his tank. It was like he was saying, "Hi there! How's it going?" Now it's just an empty tank on the counter. I hope we get a new fish to watch, but I'll always remember Jimmy Dugan, my brofin.