My sons went with there grandmother to a carnival last weekend and they won goldfish while they were there. I explained in the car that I really didn't expect the fish would live long because carnivals don't treat them very well and they were in bags all day.
They survived the trip home so we stopped by the store and got them a fish starter set up that had a big enough bowl for two small goldfish, food, droplets to dechlorinate the tap water and a care manual. We also got some colored pebbles for the bottom of the bowl and a tiny little treasure chest.
I noticed right away that the bigger fish (Goldie) looked like someone took a chunk out of his nose and his scales looked like they had white spots on them. Soon Gold Man had the white stuff too. My sister said it was an infection called "Ick" or some such weird thing.
Well, Goldie and Gold Man woke up dead today. My 7yr old took it pretty well and was fine with the thought of flushing them. The 3 yr old was very sad, cried, and wanted to wait a little while before we flushed them. I gave him a couple of hours to watch and see that all they did was float on their sides instead of swimming like they did when they were alive.
So each boy flushed their own fish. The little guy cried and begged to get a new fish. The older one said he didn't want to go through that again just yet. I told them both we would wait until after our vacation to discuss whether or not we would have any more fish.
What a week. President Reagan, Ray Charles, then Goldie and Gold Man. A lot of reflecting on life and death.