Last night after Bible study, my suegra and my aunt came over for a little bit. My suegra went over to look at the fish and exclaimed, “Oh! Que paso?!” I went over to see that one of the fish, affectionately known as Bebe was on his side near the bottom of the bowl. It was confirmed that he had passed away. So down the great white bowl he went.
The reason for his death is still undetermined. I’m sticking with the story that he was sick when we bought him and it was only a matter of time. I have nothing of the guilt for his passing.