Flush

Yep you can probably guess what I'm writing about today.
My poor, poor Gilligan passed away this morning. He didn't even last one day. Barely twelve hours.
Golly, if I can't even keep a fish alive...
We had a funeral service in our bathroom where my roommates and I all said our last goodbyes to Gilligan.
Flush.
*Sniff, sniff*
Even sadder yet, our friend Tyrone also joined our dear friend Gilligan. He too passed away a few short hours after.
Again we gathered around the toilet to say our final farwells to Tyrone.
Flush.
What an emotional day; not just one fish, but two have left us to a watery grave.
My poor, poor Gilligan! :( I will miss you so.
May you rest in peace, and not clog my toilet.
Well.
Two fish down, two to go.