This morning I woke up and my fish was dead. No lie. It wasn't dead in the traditional floating at the top sense, but that he had managed to get himself stuck inside his castle bridge and was dead. . . So I have to say my friends were great in telling me that they were sorry about a fish dying that most of them hadn't seen and the rest probably didn't care about. . . But still, it was a day that I needed a guy to just wrap his arms around me and let me cry or not cry. Someone to be there.
I don't have that someone and I think that is the hardest part of it all.
Rest in peace Putter Face Gunner
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