Miss Emma didn’t make it through the night.
I feel like an idiot crying over a fish, but still, we had her for about seven years, longer than we’ve had the boys. I was just so used to her being there. She was always such a cheerful fish, and always said hello (unlike the sharks, who don’t seem to know we exist).
Oh, Miss Emma. We will miss you.
Now I have to figure out what exactly you do with a deceased fish – or what exactly we will do. She deserves some ceremony, no matter how small.