So, everyone's favorite fish, Tilt, has finally given up today. (I think it was today - I swear he was alive yesterday - but by the looks of it, he's been gone for a bit)
I wouldn't normally write a blog post about a goldfish - but people took a liking to Tilt because Tilt did just that, tilt. Without an equilibrium, poor little Tilt couldn't keep upright. He'd swim, slowly nose-dive into the valley of rocks below, bounce, and return to the top. He never complained, never seemed to mind. But he grew tired. Tilt spent his last couple of months upside down at the top of the tank - swimming, breathing, eating . .
Many times I had to argue with people that my Tilt was in fact alive.
But, I guess Tilt gave up this week. Although his other finned friends would come and visit him at the top - I am sure it just wasn't the same for him. I think Tilt died of broken dreams. It's very sad, really.
So today, I was playing with Jack & talking with Melissa on the phone, watching the fish (a favorite pastime of youngsters who visit the Neal home). And to the horror! Tilt was floating - like usual - but something was different... his long, beautiful fins weren't moving. I leaned in for a closer look. *Gasp* His eyes were lifeless, sunken in. Tilt was DEAD.
I immediately got off the phone with Melissa. Had a moment of silence and called Tom. Told him there was an E-MER-GEN-CY! That Tilt had died and he needed to get out of the tank. If it was a minnow - I wouldn't have minded so much - but it was Tilt - a fat, long finned, 6 inch goldfish. Uncle Tom the hero came to our rescue and put Tilt in the trees.
No way I could let Tilt decompose in a septic tank.
So, Rest in Peace our Beloved Tilt - the tank will definitely not be the same without you.
Quite boring, actually.
(I am nervous Jack&Bobby will pass now, too, of loneliness without his Tilt)
I wouldn't normally write a blog post about a goldfish - but people took a liking to Tilt because Tilt did just that, tilt. Without an equilibrium, poor little Tilt couldn't keep upright. He'd swim, slowly nose-dive into the valley of rocks below, bounce, and return to the top. He never complained, never seemed to mind. But he grew tired. Tilt spent his last couple of months upside down at the top of the tank - swimming, breathing, eating . .
Many times I had to argue with people that my Tilt was in fact alive.
But, I guess Tilt gave up this week. Although his other finned friends would come and visit him at the top - I am sure it just wasn't the same for him. I think Tilt died of broken dreams. It's very sad, really.
So today, I was playing with Jack & talking with Melissa on the phone, watching the fish (a favorite pastime of youngsters who visit the Neal home). And to the horror! Tilt was floating - like usual - but something was different... his long, beautiful fins weren't moving. I leaned in for a closer look. *Gasp* His eyes were lifeless, sunken in. Tilt was DEAD.
I immediately got off the phone with Melissa. Had a moment of silence and called Tom. Told him there was an E-MER-GEN-CY! That Tilt had died and he needed to get out of the tank. If it was a minnow - I wouldn't have minded so much - but it was Tilt - a fat, long finned, 6 inch goldfish. Uncle Tom the hero came to our rescue and put Tilt in the trees.
No way I could let Tilt decompose in a septic tank.
So, Rest in Peace our Beloved Tilt - the tank will definitely not be the same without you.
Quite boring, actually.
(I am nervous Jack&Bobby will pass now, too, of loneliness without his Tilt)
4 comments:
What a sad day. Tilt has joined my fish, Sway. They seem like a match made in heaven, literally.
You have a fish name Jack?
That Tilt was a crazy guy! RIP Tilt.
Can't let him decompose in the septic tank, but hanging him in a tree to dry out in the GA sun is better?
Aww, so sad to hear about Tilt. He really was a fighter and a good friend for his tank companions. The upper right corner of the tank is going to be empty. :-(
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