He was a good fish ...

Sad news. During this snowy weekend in Bethlehem, my beloved boyfriend-fish bid farewell to this cruel world. Perhaps he could no longer bear the almost-freezing temperatures of my apartment. Perhaps he was struck with a fatal piscine illness. Perhaps he suspected I cared for another. Perhaps he realized that, while I did love him, boyfriend-fish and I are from two different worlds -- our love was just not enough. We will never know why he was taken from us so young.

If nothing else, boyfriend-fish's untimely death reminds us to live each day to the fullest, for it may be our last. I leave you with words from one of boyfriend-fish's heros (Dory, from Finding Nemo):

Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming.