"Lucky".....Follow Up

My poor neglected blog.....it's a good thing I don't have a huge following....people would get bored quickly with my lack of posts!  But tonight I am posting a follow up to a blog post I did several months ago...don't worry, if you missed it....I will repost that one too....

Poor Lucky is dead, Poor Lucky is dead….if you’ve ever seen the show or movie Oklahoma, please sing this with the same tune as Poor Jed is Dead. If you haven’t seen the show or the movie, well, you can’t sing along.

So the fish murderer has struck again. If you didn’t read my blog about Lucky the Beta fish several months ago, I guess you’ll have to go back and read his story.

 Lucky was a good fish, a great fish and most of all Lucky was a survivor, and believe me, he survived A LOT here.

While Lucky's owner was away at camp this week,  she delegated the feeding and refilling the bowl duties to her brothers.  The younger one was to feed Lucky and the older one was to make sure he had enought water.  But the younger brother noticed that Lucky  needed more water first and decided he would take care of the problem….which was fine, Lucky did need more water and  the boy got the distilled water, just like he should have. But apparently, he decided that Lucky’s bowl needed to be cleaned too….so he came and told me that…and I told him “No, the fish is fine…you put more water in there, right?” Yes, yes he did. What he neglected to tell me was that since he felt the bowl needed cleaned, he had taken Lucky out of the bowl and put him on the table…..then he, the boy, went outside to swim…..I, unfortunately, did not KNOW Lucky was on the table waiting for his bowl to be cleaned. When the boy came in from swimming he saw Lucky sitting on the table, not moving and put him back in the bowl. When I saw the bowl, a little while later, it was cloudy, so I checked on Lucky....he wouldn't move.  It was too late, no amount of CPR, mouth to mouth resuscitation, etc. would save Lucky. The defibulator did not work etiher. 

Lucky's service was very simple, the older brother picked Lucky up out of the bowl and wrapped in him a paper towel, when told he could not flush the paper towel down the toilet, he walked to the toilet, opened the paper towel, dumped Lucky in and we all said goodbye, those of us who were home at the time at least……Poor Lucky is dead, Poor Lucky is dead…...

The Older Brother, who is very sensitive, met his sister at camp, grabbed both her hands, looked her in the eye and said….”I’m sorry, but  Lucky is dead.”   "What?" she said...."Your fish," he said somewhat exasperated.  "Lucky, he's dead."  Then he walked away.  It's so wonderful to watch my children share their grief together....it touches a Mother's soul........

So Lucky lived in my house for 6 months.....much longer than I thought he would.....Rest In Peace Lucky....I hope you and Spiderman (the fish the fish murderer killed 6 months ago) are both swimming together in that big toilet in the sky...oh, wait, I meant, pond, yeah pond, I hope you two are both swimming together happily in that big pond in the sky.  But wait, they were both Beta fish.....they would be fighting, ok, I hope you two are both swimming SEPERATELY in that big pond in the sky!


Poor Lucky is dead, Poor Lucky is dead......(If you haven't seen Oklahoma you really should, just so you could sing along!)


Have a Great Day!