*cue the sad music*
it is with a heavy heart that i am here to inform you that the fish that we all know and love, has passed away.
mr. disco left too soon and he deserved better than to meet his demise in a toilet bowl.
i flushed him along with a small printed out microphone i wrapped in tape so that he can pursue his dreams even in the afterlife. with his trusty golden microphone at his side, with a lamination that may or may not hold, he can do anything.
i like to believe that the cute little hyper active goldfish i met at that carnival is in some extravagant pond in heaven(or hell or purgatory or even the empty idk but he's in an extravagant pond somewhere) wooing all the ladies and gentlefish and the little non binary goldies swimming around up there with his excellent fish singing.
rip mr disco.
sometime before feb. 17, 2019- feb. 25, 2019.
*sings hallelujah by panic at the disco*
so yeah.
mr. disco is gone.
he had a good run but it's time for him to hang up his metaphorical hat that he physically couldn't wear based on the fact that he was a goldfish.
see you on the other side my dude.
does anyone have any memories with the deceased they'd like to share?
if not, then that's okay. mr. disco wasn't the most sociable person.
he wasn't a person at all actually.
but, uh, i remember the day i got him and we had to transfer him to his tank. he was in a plastic baggy in the water so he could adjust and he kept swimming and running into the bag.
ah... good times.
