How to Deal with a Traumatic Goldfish Death by Maddy Gerard

I had a goldfish named Flubbs. I had him for 9 years! I took him to Canada and all around the USA. A couple weeks ago I went on a trip. My sister boyfriend said that he would take care of Flubb’s while I was gone, but no… he killed him. First- find out the morning after Flubbs died because you dad did not want to deal with your sadness late at night. Second- start balling with tears when you sister takes the cloth off Flubbs tank just to find him belly up. Third-Flush him down the toilet. Fourth- try as hard as possible to get over the trauma so that you can be all happy and joyful for keeners! Flubbs, was my best friend. He made my room feel less empty. He was the fattest, happiest, and hungriest. Sadly he was over fed. We knew this day would come but not this way, not this time. Now I’m over Flubbs, I don’t need him to take me down for this awesome camp! It’s great knowing I don’t need to feed him, clean his tank, and pay for someone to watch him. So it’s nice without him, knowing he is swimming in the pools of heaven.