Backyard Funeral

Yesterday, when the husband got home, he decided it was time to put Fatty McFatterson in a new environment. About an hour later, Bug informed us that Fatty wasn't looking so good. He was still alive, but not moving much. Shortly after moving Fatty back to his old environment, he finally died.

Hubs got the shovel, and he and the boys went out behind the garage to dig the grave. Bug said a couple of words about what a good pet Fatty was, and we filled in the hole, dug through the metal stashed by our garage, and laid a hydrangea down.

Did I mention Fatty was a goldfish? Yup. We buried a goldfish who died from an apparent heart attack (according to the husband).



In all fairness, I should point out that Fatty couldn't be flushed because he would have undoubtedly clogged the toilet.