
After some thought we decided that
Maysie was ready for a little jar of
fishies. First I have to include this cute narration of our
pre-fishy picking.
Mommy:
Maysie would you like to go to the "animal store" and pick out some
fishies for your very own.
Maysie: Uh huh
Mommy: What kind of fishy do you want?
Maysie: (Thinking, thinking, thinking) How bout....a MERMAID!
Mommy: I don't think the animal store has mermaids
Maysie: Oh....how bout a
Nemo! And his daddy! (thoughtful face) But NOT the big scary monster fish with sharp teeth!
Mommy:
OkSo we got a
Nemo fish and his daddy.
Maysie picked them out and I found this cute giant size Ball mason jar at
Walmart.
Maysie and HER
fishies!
Danner and HIS
fishies!

So I thought our little fishy habitat was perfect. It was pretty, the
fishies were swimming and eating and they had a
bubbler. All was well. The
bubbler was noisy though and Mark and I thought it would be a good idea to give them a break from it at nighttime. Sunday morning arrived (note that
Nemo and his Daddy had been members of our family for less than 24hrs)
And Nemo was DEAD! Yep, dead. Nemo's Daddy was near dead lying on the bottom of the perfect fishy habitat. Maysie wasn't up yet and so I quickly scooped Nemo out of the jar and turned the bubbler back on. Then I used a fishy lifesaving technique I learned from my dad when he did catch and release fishing. I held Nemo's Daddy by his tail and moved him up and down in the bubbles to help him move as much oxygen through his gills as possible. By the time Maysie got out of bed Nemo's Daddy had been revived. Maysie took it really well. She still looks at the jar with only one fish in it and says plainly," I'm sorry the other one died." I'm sorry too. But I guess it was probably the best circumstances in which to learn about death.
Note: The fishy bubbler doesn't get turned off for any reason now. Gee, I hope the power doesn't ever go out! I'll have to blow bubbles through a straw til it comes back on:/