Hats off to Lewis

Lewis fish. What can I say at your passing? Simply put, I didn't think I would miss you when you inevitably died, but I do.

I was surprised when, after buying you as a Christmas gift for Aubrey, you survived the three days we were stuck in Pocatello. How did you survive without food for three days? I thought for sure you were a goner.

I liked how you used to pick up the little rocks in your bowl with your mouth and build yourself little fortresses against the sides of your glass bowl. I miss the little "plink" sounds it made throughout the day.

I thought it impressive how you allowed Moxy to drink your bowl water and still swam right up to the surface bravely.

I remember how you would trustfully and willingly swim into my net when I would remove you from your bowl so I could clean it. It was as if you were saying, "Ah, thank you. Let me show you my appreciation by cooperating with you and your net." And I remember how, after placing you into your freshly cleaned bowl with new water, you would "cough" your gills a couple times to clear them out, as if you were saying "ahem."

I miss watching how happy you were to just swim in circles all day long. I wondered what it would be like to have such a simply pleasurable existence.

You were a trooper. Thanks for being our fish.