On this day, one year ago, I introduced you all to “Werewolf” and “Nanni,” the kid’s new gold fish. Sadly, Werewolf didn’t make it through the first night. Nanni, however, did make it. He also a new name – Disco (named after his aunt’s recently deceased dog).
Two days ago, as we prepared for Disco’s one year anniversary celebration, the unthinkable happened… Yep, you guessed it… Disco went belly-up. Dead. Mort. Muertos. Morti. Disco is no more.
I was worried about how the kid was going to react. He actually took it very well. Thank goodness! He now wants a turtle. We’ll see how that goes.
We had a funeral for him in the bathroom – a la the Cosby Show. Only, we did it in our pajamas.