For Christmas last year, my mum decided that Ethan had way too many toys and was at an age where he could get something more for “big kids”, something that would be different to anything he’d ever had before and that would teach him some responsibility…so he got two goldfish. He named them John Cena and Riley (…the latter being what happens when you let your baby brother choose a name!! 😉 ). They became a permanent feature on top of our piano and Ethan really took good care of them. He fed them religiously every morning and cleaned the fish bowl all on his own every Wednesday evening. They were doing absolutely fine, no issues at all, no oopsies, no forgotten meals…until last night!
The kids were laying in our bed watching some tv before bedtime and I was getting the school goodies ready for the start of the new week when I happened to glance at the fishbowl. There John Cena lay on his side not moving at all. I called the hubster and asked whether we should break the news then (5minutes before bedtime) or this morning. His response was that he didn’t think it mattered as either way, we’d have to tell them. We had had this discussion before – the hubster and I – we wouldn’t make it a sad thing, just a regular occurrence, fish died, let’s move on. But by now, you guys knooowwwwww my emotional child!! Anyway, I digress…
So I walked into the room and said Ethan, I have bad news, John Cena died. At first, he didn’t quite get what I was saying, he even smiled and said asked really?!?! Then they both bolted out of bed and ran to the fishbowl. When they saw him just laying, Ethan asked me what to do. So I said he should get the fishnet, take him out of the bowl and then flush him down the toilet. I don’t know if this is the right thing to do but what else do you do with a dead fish…So he calmly fetched the net and scooped him out. The fish immediately started flapping and I just about died, hahahaha. We put him back in but he continued just to lay and when the hubster came to help and pulled him out a second time, he didn’t budget at all. I wonder if the flapping the first time was just a reflex reaction of sorts?!?!
Anyway, the hubster threw him in the toilet and Ethan flushed it. The minute he did that, he started crying like somebody was murdering HIM. He literally sobbed his poor heart out. And then Riley proceeded to cry as well because he was sad that Riley (the fish) would be sad because he’d now be all on his own. Yup, we have emotional children shame. I guess it’s their first experience of death though! They’ve never lost any human close to them, thank God, and they’ve never had a pet to lose. So I can imagine why it must be so hard.
After 5minutes, we managed to calm them down and get them ready for bed. As per usual, I said a bedtime prayer with them and when I said AMEN to end the prayer, Ethan told me quietly that I had forgotten something…he wanted me to pray to Jesus to tell him that John Cena had died. So I prayed to Jesus that he’d look after John Cena and make sure that he would be happy in fish heaven. Of course that brought on a fresh set of tears! But fortunately, they didn’t last very long 🙂 🙂 🙂
And so we’ve lost our first pet!