Tinkerbell


Several weeks ago, in a sudden need to nurture, Matt and I decided to get a fish, in a pretty fish tank. One that would match the room decor.


So we did.


But really, trying to find anything that would match the room decor is either insanely easy - meaning selected item is either purple or yellow or insanely difficult- does blood red really go with THAT shade of purple?

Weeks later, here I am sitting at the lappie watching poor Tink struggle to swim as he/she sinks slowly to the floor of the purple pebble? filled tank, its that or she/he rests himself/herself on the leaves of the fake plant we've got in there. Rests, in the sense that Tink wedges herself/himself in between the plastic leaves and simply stays put, till one of us fears that Tink is dead and taps the glass - (ok, animal lovers, bad I know, but would you rather we NOT check? Miles better than prodding her with a chopstick i say)

Sigh.

I now see the futility of pet-keeping. Animals should be left in the wild, bringing them into one's home does give joy - although it is shortlived when as the owner you have to deal with illness, old age, and inevitably death.