Dead Fish Day

I am sad. I am sad about things at church. I am sad that I don't always have the right answers. I am sad that I don't know what to do right now.

I am sad that when I went to feed my fish I found two floating on top. I am sad that while I was scooping them out (and throwing them into the woods ~ nice and ceremonially) I found another dead one, and another, and another, and, yep, another. I had six dead fish.

I have one live one.

SO...I decided I better change the water. I reached in and pulled out the pump and filter...and I found a dead snake on the filter. That was pretty gross.

My fish pond. Dug by my son and my husband as part of the 21 days of Becky...back in 2007. I bought 10 goldfish (30Cents each). Within the first two weeks three died, but those seven... Those seven were hearty buggers. They survived three winters covered with snow and ice and freezing temperatures. They survived hot summers and scummy green water. Until today. Dead.

Should I buy the live one a friend? He's so big and a 30Cent goldfish would be so little (and probably not 30Cents anymore).

As I was refilling the pond with the hose my Tonka dog stood on the edge and drank...as soon as I turned off the hose he jumped on in. He knows how to cool off on these 90 degree days! Maybe Tonka dog will be Nemo's friend.