Our first fish, Romo, died today. He's been such a good pet...he was a butterfly koi (the sparkly white and orange one in the front) and lived about 2.5 years. He grew about 3 times this size. The other fish in the picture died long ago, but our Romo held strong until today.I haven't told Holt yet, but will when Missy brings him home from school today. I hinted it was going to happen soon, this morning. Having fish has been a real life lesson for him. We've had many discussions about death b/c of it. The first loss was the hardest and each one after was hard, but he's more understanding now. He becomes extremely compassionate towards our other animals...fish and Freddie (our shih tzu). John says it's good for him. At first I just wanted to replace the fish, but John made it clear that it was something he needed to know. I agreed and cried like a baby when I told him. I'll do it again this time. He and his daddy will do their ritual...bury him beside the other fish and frogs we've had in our backyard, say a prayer and send them off to aquatic heaven.
RIP Romo...we love you!!
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