The Life and Death of Goose the Fish

I will always remember Goose as a happy fish. He was the best little critter a roommate could ever ask for. In the short period of time we lived together, he was always there for me. He never let me down when I needed a distraction from my schoolwork. He would selflessly swim around, underneath the microwave, to amuse me when I became bored. I will never forget the early morning hours spent with him after returning from a long night out. He had a wonderful soul and will be greatly missed. And now, as he lay upon the ground, dried out as if straight from a dehydrator, a tear falls down my cheek. We can only hope that his passing was a painless one. I know in my heart that if a jump from the tank was his fate, it was not a suicide. Goose had too much to live for. What happened to end the life of such a heroic fish may never be known, but his memory will always be cherished. I ask that you all pray for Goose's entry into fishy heaven, as well as for his friends and family members as they grieve his passing.