It's good to be home, but unfortunately when my honey V. picked me up at the airport she had some sad news... my little fishy friend Furley apparently missed me too much and kicked the bucket on Friday. I didn't get as teary eyed as I did when his predecessor Spencer went to the fish bowl in the sky, but it wasn't really the kind of news I wanted to hear upon my arrival. Anyways we gave him the royal flush ceremonial sendoff this morning and I think we are going to hold off on getting any new fish friends for a while.
Poor Mr. Furley.
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