Fishy Business

I have sad news for inform you all of.

One of the members of our house has recently fallen sick.

I was greeted Thursday morning with the grief of my housemate being sick. I walked up to him, looked through the glass, and there he lie. His little orange body laid at the bottom of the tank, all fills folded down, curled up in the corner. Our poor friend, Pesky the goldfish, has become sickly.
Don't worry, I am my fathers daughter. Hence, I tended to the needs of our domesticated carp. I made him a new room and admitted him to the fishy hospital. He has shown only slight improvement, but the house remains hopeful. He's a trooper. Surviving through multiple years of abuse and new house members. Passed on from owner to owner, he has now become my responsibility.

He's has already taught me so many things. For instance, did you know that a goldfish can float, lie upside down, and become unconscious... yet is not dead! I wonder how many fish have been flushed from the misunderstanding of their unconsciousness?!

Our house is leaning on each other during this time of struggle. Mary Jo and I have been sitting at his bedside, monitoring his behavior. He is at this time accepting prayer. I'll be sure to update you on his status.

Thank you.
Love.