Fat Albert
My son's much-loved cichlid, Fat Albert, passed on to that great fish tank in the sky over the weekend. We believe there may have been foul play involved with his death but this cannot be proven. We were out of town over the weekend ("we" being myself, Cain, and hubby) and the only person home was Brooke.
Now we're not saying she did kill him and we're not saying she didn't. All we know is that when we got home there was a LOT of food in the bottom of his tank and poor Fat Albert was belly-up.
Hubby suggested we give him a proper funeral service by flushing him, but I didn't want to clog up our toilet. Cain suggested we bury him and I reminded him that we have two cats. Sadly, the only other thing to do was to wrap Fat Albert up and place him in the garbage along with some potato peelings and pinto bean left-overs. He would've loved that, I'm sure.
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All kidding aside, we DID all love that fish. I don't know if you've ever had a cichlid but they are VERY comical. Everytime Cain would clean his tank Fat Albert would seem to get very upset that there were rocks back in places he had previously removed them from. He would pick them up in his mouth (what did you think he picked them up with? Fins?) and spit them out on the other side of the tank. :) You'd hear him all night sometimes doing that.
No, I think Fat Albert was an elderly fish and his time had come....he was a great pet and he will be greatly missed.
Remind me sometime and I'll tell y'all about my goldfish George who committed suicide. True story....
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