Great. The Goldfish Is Dying.

I opened Parker's bedroom door to smell that "golfish death" odor hanging in the air. But here's the tricky part: Daffodil isn't dead yet. She's laying on the top of the water, slowly gasping.

This is not good for me. I'm totally preoccupied now wondering if she's in pain, what she's thinking (do goldfish think??), if she's aware of her bad odor, if she's pissed that her shiny coat isn't shiny anymore...I'm sure it doesn't help that I tapped on her tank a few hundred times saying, "Daffy? You okay, Bud?" If she could talk, she'd probably say, "Fuck off with your tapping already. I'm trying to leave in peace."

It's difficult to even eat my lunch knowing that she's suffering on the other side of the wall. Well, maybe just a few more Pringles and a chocolate chip cookie. I mean, it's not like Daffodil would want it. She's not even eating her food shavings.

What is the protocol here? Just ignore her until she passes? That feels so mean, but I know she hates the tapping and staring, so maybe I'll just put her in the basement so can die in peace. Is that cruel? Shit, I don't know.