Dear Peter Petrosky Bob,
You were the pet I reluctantly agreed to. I thought getting you as a return gift was way too much responsibility. I looked at how to barter you away at the party itself. But the elf was having nothing of it. He wanted a fish if all his friends got to take home one.
At first I thought that fish were boring – I felt guilty, icky to change your water. But as time went by, you fascinated me.
I loved how your body changed from pure white to black, to the beautiful colour you were. You were my magical fish. My pride – no one else had a fish which changed colour. It amused me how when you saw the tall one you would get all excited knowing he would feed you. If fish ever did a happy dance this was it.
You tolerated the elf tap tapping and all the excitement the elf showed dancing around you during your water change.
I often said that you were the only one of my boys who listened to me. Every time I spoke to you, you came to the top of your bowl to blow me kisses. Every time I sang “hello hello” you came up and told me you love me.
Even today as you struggled at the bottom of the bowl – you came up to speak to me when you heard my voice – I will be forever touched that you tried so hard. I will miss your puckered lips, your sexy pout, your little black eyes.
It was miserable to watch you suffer helplessly for the last few days and for that I am glad you are in a better place.
But now as you lie still at the bottom of your bowl, I keep glancing at the bowl and not seeing you swim around breaks my heart.
Thank you Peter Petrosky Bob for the memories and for teaching my kid and us to love a little more.
Forever my Petu Singh! Muah!