I feel that I should say that he was kept in the fridge after he died, not 'kept in the fridge'. That would have killed him for sure.
We decided a funeral was the right thing to do. A matchbox was found, sprayed a suitable blue and a small cross cobbled together. Youngest Son, and owner of said fish, dressed in suitable attire.
A few words were said and Sticky was laid to rest under the oak tree, by the vegetable patch.
Youngest Son was obviously traumatized by the cold, harsh realities of death as he spent quite a while afterwards trying to make red pepper stick in his ears.
It's a funny old life.
aww poor fishy rip in the big pond in the sky :)
ReplyDeleteOur fish called Wilf is buried in the garden in a Clover butter tub, lined in kitchen roll. R.I.P. Sticky, I hope you meet up with Wilf in 'fishy' heaven x
ReplyDeletePoor old Sticky :(
ReplyDeleteGlad to see son wore colour co-ordinating goggles for the burial - Sticky would surely be impressed. x
ReplyDeleteOur Spud cat is buried in the garden under a Choisya bush that mummy bought specially to mark where he is.
ReplyDeleteWe've buried our pets over the years at the beach, I won't say which one because clearly you're not allowed to do that.
ReplyDeleteRest in peace sticky.
you're too funny........nice way to lay sticky to rest - using a bit of your creativity. Thanks for the smile.
ReplyDeletelove, violette xo