Our beloved crooked fish passed away...

This evening after dinner my now 6 year old daughter noticed her beloved crooked fish had died. She began to cry. My daughter loves animals and sadly part of having animals means experiencing death. Everyone who came to our house saw our crooked fish and heard the story about how he became known as our crooked fish... One day while on a walk around our neighborhood my daughter found the fish on the sidewalk flopping in a puddle near a storm drain, she caught him and brought him home in a bucket. We didn't think he'd last very long but he did, he was with us for more than a year. As he grew, he became longer and his tail grew crooked like a zig zag. So he became known as our crooked fish. My daughter having experienced death once before with her dog Draco, was now once again experiencing the sadness of losing a beloved pet. She asked if we could bury her crooked fish, so we did, we placed him in an empty juicebox over a layer of tissue paper and burried him under a tree in our yard. She placed her favorite blue flowers to mark the spot and we said a prayer.