first pet

we fostered our friends’ gecko for a year while they traveled the world and lola was a very (very) low-maintenance pet. we fed her once a week, cleaned her tank every six months and that’s about it. she was a lovely addition to the household. but her owners are back in town now and lola (along with her container full of live worms that we kept in the fridge) is gone.

months before lola’s departure, josephine began scheming about a new pet. one that was hers, not one on loan. and so, last week, we welcomed finshine into our home. josephine was very careful at the fish store to pick a fish “that really really loves me.” how do you tell if a fish really really loves you? well, when you look into their tank, they look back at you. give you a good, long loving look with their little fishy eyes. josephine and finshine shared a special moment and now we have a fish.

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2 Responses to “first pet”

  • Larry Says:

    Oma, do you remember this one?

    Sylvia Plath. Metaphors

    I’m a riddle in nine syllables,
    An elephant, a ponderous house,
    A melon strolling on two tendrils.
    O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
    This loaf’s big with its yeasty rising.
    Money’s new-minted in this fat purse.
    I’m a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
    I’ve eaten a bag of green apples,
    Boarded the train there’s no getting off.

    Perhaps the meaning, the significance, of the poem has expanded since those long ago days of A.P. Lit. And Comp. Hope all is well with you and yours. Love from the farm.

  • auntie mae Says:

    oh goodness. look at the pure joy on her face looking at that fish! so glad she got her own pet.