Fishy,
When Ang and I first got you, you were much smaller, and frankly we didn't think you would live very long. We had five fish, four small little goldfish and one Beta fish, before you, and since you came from the same store, we never imagined you would live as long as you have.
However, you managed to live a whole month with Angela and I at school, perfume aromas, dry shampoo mist and all. You made it through our screaming and crying during finals week, and finally in a box into a minivan on our way to Massachusetts.
Our adventure only continued through the bumpy fifteen-hour ride home with me for the summer. When I went on vacation, you braved seventeen days with my grandmother, and despite my grandfather telling her she was feeding you too much, you made it through the two and a half weeks, back into my loving arms.
Now it's been four months since Angela and I bought you at the Meijer in Springfield, Ohio, and here we are, back again in your city of purchase. It's amazing that you survived the ten-hour drive to Pittsburgh, and then the next five-hour drive back to Wittenberg's campus. You did it!
I'm so proud of you, little buddy, for living through the trauma that being my pet entails, and for surviving such bumpy and long car rides. I promise that if you're still with us next summer, I'll leave you to brave the Beta house instead of the travel back home.
Love you little dude!
Sincerely
The one who feeds you twice a day
