A boy named Dorothy

The buddymollys were recently given the small task of taking care of a fish named Dorothy – an odd choice for a name as Dorothy was quite manly; in fact he was a man. He was the largest and oldest goldfish either of us had ever seen, with gray painted fins and a body that engulfed his over-sized tank.

He was a beautiful fish. Then he died.

Now I don’t think we killed Dorothy, I think Dorothy just happened to die on our time. But just in case, don’t ever let us goldfish sit for you. Just in case.

During this time we were also given the small task of watering plants. All of the plants are currently still alive.

While we managed to come through on one complete task, there was still this business of a dead fish who was too large to flush, according to his owner.

So, to honor Dorothy, we gave him a ceremonial burying in the backyard, complete with military honors.

That fish was one helluva soldier.