Much has been written about Benson, The Famed British Carp that was reportedly about 35 years old at the time of its passing.
Sadly, I now understand the sense of loss over this national treasure.
This morning upon awakening, I did my usual routine of stumbling out of bed, heading straight to the coffee maker and then over to the 40 gallon tank where our veil-tailed goldfish (dubbed “Goldie” in a rather uncharacteristically mundane naming ceremony by my wife) resided, only to find her floating on her side, doing a slow motion pirouette in the current from the filters.
Dumbfounded and not fully awake, I stared at her for a full minute before the caffeine kicked in and I came to the realization that her gills were indeed still and she was indeed…gone.
I was baffled since only six hours prior she had swam along the front glass of the aquarium while I carried on a late night bill paying session at the dining room table.
In any event, I stood there for quite a while watching my long time pet drift aimlessly over the tops of the aquatic plants.
Now, I know goldfish and death are a frequent pairing in the scheme of things and I consider myself not overly sentimental, but “Goldie” had given a solid decade to soothing the jangled nerves and settling the twisting stomach by doing nothing more than gliding silently, serenely and slowly along the length of her tank while all sorts of drama unfolded around her.
She was a subtle reminder that a good home, a good meal and a nice long swim go a long way toward putting things in perspective.
Rest in peace, Goldie, rest in peace.
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