Death of A Goldfish

Our eight year old goldfish was found belly up this morning. I thought my kids were going to have a hard time with this death. The wierd part is I am the one that was kind of upset. I had to have Tom get rid of it. Silly, I know but after you take care of something for 8 years you kind of grow attached even if it is just a goldfish, cleverly named Goldie. Goldie has been somewhat of a miracle pet in our home outsurviving every fish or hermit crab we have ever had and fortunately the poor turtle is still alive after a year. I remember when Isaac brought that itty bitty goldfish home from the Halloween carnival a week after Rebecca was born. He was proud of that fish.