Lamb's second Betta fish died. She's older now and even remarked that she cried for 10 minutes unlike her first experience when she cried for a day (off and on).
But she has expectations for a fish funeral. She wanted a casket. So I scrounged my last ring box with some tissue paper. And she wanted a headstone. So I cut a piece of scrap wood, painted it and inscribed it with the information about the beloved fish, and hot-glued popsicle sticks on it to stick in the ground. Lamb thought it was all right. So I dug the grave next to the first fish and buried the box, and Lamb arranged rocks around the headstone as decorations.
She wants a new fish. And she'll love that fish, too.
I'm not a fish person. But I've been to two fish funerals now. Although as a child I did bury two turtles.
Life goes on.
About Me
- Brian J. Dunn
- I live and write in Ann Arbor, Michigan. University of Michigan AB and MA from Eastern Michigan University. One term in the Michigan Army National Guard. Former American history instructor and retired nonpartisan research analyst. I write on Blogger and Substack. Various military and private journals have published my occasional articles on military subjects. See "My Published Works" on the TDR web version or under the mobile version drop-down menu for citations and links.
