RIP Rex

Sad day here. I was cleaning the bowls of my roomies Rex and Murphy (two Siamese Fighting Fish) when one suddenly went belly-up. Literally. Mere seconds earlier Rex was happily swimming about without a care in the world. I fear I hurt him somehow when removing him temporarily from the bowl. Feel very bad about his passing as I so obviously caused it in some way. The event underscores the lesson I seem to be getting rather frequently the past while re the fragility of life. Being a Pisces, the loss of one fish seems all the more poignant as if acknowledging half of my life (at least) is now gone. But then I still have Murphy who is circling his bowl on my desk as I type - and a lively portion of my own life is yet to be lived. Suspect it is a good thing that I didn't get a dog after all. RIP Rex.