Eyes of JB: A Slightly Crazy View of Life

Well gang, it's been a full week. A full week since my little fishie from my birthday died...And yet I'm just blogging about it now. :) Anyway, ever since I got Spud, my "child" (Teegra) has become infatuated with him. Every chance he got, he would jump onto my bookshelf, and continuously bat at the fish bowl. There were several close calls, but I was able to intervene before serious damage could be done. Then, right before we left for church, I push open the door to my room, socks and bible in hand, toothbrush + foam in mouth, and there on the floor lies an overturned fishbowl. I see two very shocked kitties, looking up at me with the classic Steve Urkel expression: "Did I do that?", and a pool of water all over the floor. Spud was found in what water was still left in the bowl, so I quickly rushed him to the bathroom, to get him a little more water for breathing space. Unfortunately, since he wasn't used to that type of water, I couldn't give him very much. After I made sure he was alright, I came back to my room with a hairdryer and towels, both paper and beach. I pushed the cats out of the room, and set about trying to dry the carpet. Eventually, it got to a desirable temperature, and I headed off to church.
A few days later, New Year's Day actually, I was sitting at the computer, on Facebook of course, when I heard this loud "Crash!". I ran to the bathroom, and found a total mess. In front of the sink counter, where a contented Teegra sat staring down at it all, was a whole combination of water, green gravel, and pieces of plastic fishbowl. Everything seemed to be there, yes....wait, "Where's Spud?" I looked all around, and found him on his side, out of water. Each breath he took was almost as if it took his whole body to complete it. I quickly picked him up and placed him in what was left of the fish bowl, and poured water in so he could swim. After I got Spud back into depths where he could swim, I set about cleaning all the gravel, water, and plastic pieces. I was glad it was everywhere, so it would take longer so I wouldn't pulverize the cat.
After that incident, I knew Spud wouldn't live much longer. Falling was surely stressful, and his body was probably going crazy with the different type of water. It was only a matter of time. I kept going back to the bathroom, checking on him, and every time, he moved slower and slower each visit. Finally, I opened the door to the bathroom, and found an unmoving Spud, floating on his side. So, I quickly said a prayer to the fish god, and sent Spud on his way to Fish Heaven, through the great whirlpool funnel. It was sad to loose the little guy. It was pretty cool waking up to see him each day. But you know, we don't live forever.
It's odd, but I got him on my birthday, and then he died on my brother's birthday. Kassie took the liberty of pointing that out to me. So a thanks to Kassie, for making my view of why things happen when they do just a little more muddled. :D