[Intrepid Homoludens]

Guess what happened after my cat died? My ex's friend tried to cheer me up by presenting me with two goldfish, the kind with lightbulb eyes. It was a small comfort. They both died a few weeks later, I think the damn L.A. water killed them.

Just imagine how I felt after that. I haven't taken another pet since.

A pet is a pet is a pet, no matter what form it takes. If it provides you love and companionship for a while, that's what you work with. When it leaves you, cherish the moments you had with it and wish it well on its journey to heaven.