Dear loved ones:
We are gathered here to honor the life of the late Monet. Monet Gills Williams.
Monet was a pink fish. A very pale, male pink fish.
He enjoyed long swims watching his human friends. An evening snack or two. The weekly cleanings were not all that lovely, yet invigorating.
He had recently relocated to a new home (former resident of the Spongebob Square Pants Pineapple) to a new uptown disco-esque flat complete with a boa type lounge, new sparkling glass and a disco mood light.
He lived with his friends, whom he called family, for nearly 2 years: that’s about 90 years old in beta fish years.
Monet, your family would like to thank you for your precious time and memories. You were a perfect little fish for your family, not just another fish in the sea.
Love,
The Williams Family
My dear little fish. Sure, I was the one who really became best friends with our little buddy the day we adopted him. I mean who else, other than a mother, could remember to feed, change the water, and give interaction to the little dear.
I know he’s just a little fish, but I do believe God has granted us the responsibility and enjoyment of caring for animals of all sizes. Scaly, fury, slithery… it’s up to us. Now I will say, I’m great and bless to love to care for the former; the slithery may have to be up to someone else. I think I know some people who know some people who may could help us with those friends.
I have to say, my three year old quickly caught on once we returned from holiday. She couldn’t find him which honestly surprised me because she’s rather quiet and didn’t speak of him often but clearly she’s a watcher. So, once the words escaped from her sweet mouth the other two quickly caught on. Andddddd the freak out commenced. It was horrible.
We had tried to sneak it past the kiddos… my husband snuck him out of the tank to his final resting place… of which destination I’m not sure of nor want to know. Bless him and him alike.
We had the talk of we do think all animals go to Heaven… I don’t know if they have their own section of Heaven or roam or swim free but I like to believe the same God who made me made these little animals and he takes care of them too somehow.
After some time had passed Avery called to me:
Mom! I made Monet a monument. Maybe no one will notice. I know they miss him.
And the entire point of adopting Monet came to fruition: love.
God is love. God is little fish teaching little girls what love feels like. What caring for someone feels like. What losing someone dear feels like… so you love those near even more. What you do to cheer someone up because they miss someone too. That even in the hard moments, God is there.
And because we know loving others is good and Godly and that love has been learned here, we do plan to adopt again. Not today. But perhaps soon.
I’m not ready to love and lose: mighty big things come from something so small.
Marki
Photo note: You can purchase a vacation feeder pellet for fish; one example can be seen in the bottom right of the photo. Considering the above message I wanted to be clear of what was inside the tank.
P.S. My sincere thanks to the approval of animal abuse being upgraded to a felony level. It’s about time. It includes all animals banning any abusive behavior toward any non-human mammals, birds, reptiles or amphibians.
