It's only funny when the fish die. -

Yes, only the fish.
Remember Uncle Nick?
His daughter, who called me Ate Gabby, so innocently.
They both left for the Phillipines for the summer, leaving me with a fish and their puppy.

I loved that puppy.
Not so much the fish.
Me and mom came to a compromise.
She would take care of the fish if I took care of the dog.
Soon enough, the fish died.
Mom replaced it with another fish, and that one died too.
My brother got her a fish, which, surprise surprise, died as well.
Out of 1 fish, mom killed three.

On my birthday, my other brother, Kuya Alan, bought me a turtle.
It was love at first sight.
I named him Hurk.

In the last few weeks proceeding to today, he seemed to get weaker.
He didn't eat his food and didn't put up much of a fight when I picked him up to clean out his tank.
And today, I examined his water.
Dirty.
The food I gave him hours ago was floating, uneaten.
Hurk wasn't moving.
I thought he was sleeping.
So I picked him up, but he still didn't move.
He was dead.

I cried for hours.

But you know, it's only funny when the fish die.

weeitsHurk

July 12 2008 - August 19 2008.