Fellini made it through the night. I thought he was going to kick the bucket by now. I put a flower in the water with him. I removed him from bowl with the other fish, thinking if he died and sat there for a while, he could contaminate the water. My fish whispering really comes in handy on days like today. They told me how much they miss their black brother, and they hope he saves them a place down in fish water heaven.
Noooooo, do you hear how ridiculous that sounds? There’s no fish heaven or fish whispering. Magic is reserved for humans.
The other two fish Dawkins and Kurosawa will have to press on without Fellini. We’ll miss the old man.
Here’s an old shot of the way we want to remember him: