R.I.P. Squillium Fancy Pants III

Today is a sad day.  On April 21st, 2016, my best friend, partner in crime, and companion passed away.  He was such a good man, who died way too young.  He had a lot of sass, and loved to be fed.  He was my favorite and only fish, and I have so many stories with him (well, not that many).

Once, I came home from school and it was feeding day.  I went through the normal routine of trying to get his food out of the little container thing, spilling it everywhere, trying to get it back in, and repeating the process.  I held the food close to the top of the water, and held it there to wait for hi o swim over to my hand.  But, apparently Squilly was a little more hungry today, and didn't want to mess around.  He jumped the couple of centimeters out of the water and got the food out of my fingers.  He almost bit me, do fish even have teeth?!? (answer here)  He then proceeded to go about his business and swim back into his little purple flower home I bought him.

I always felt bad for Squilly, because he was discriminated a lot throughout his life time.  You see, Squilly is a converted Buddhist who wasn't allowed to express his religion.  The tank simply wasn't big enough to fit the little buddha I found at PetSmart.  The oppressive dictatorship this country possesses did not permit Squilly to worship his beliefs like the rest of us.  All he wanted was to be seen as an equal.  Society, man.

When I found his sad body floating at the top of his tank, it really made me think about how short life is (for fish).  I was shocked for a couple seconds, until I realized I was going to miss the bus, then I quickly wrote a note to my parents saying, "Squilly is dead," and left for school.  Because my dad had the nerve to throw Squilly away instead of giving him a proper burial, we will have a symbolic funeral.  You know how Squilly loved his symbolism, that little devil.

(half mast is too high for this one creds to myself)

As Hazel Grace explains in TFIOS, "Funerals are not for the dead, but the living."  At Squilly's memorial, we will talk about the fun memories we had with him, not his moment of death.  Back when Squilly lived on my bathroom counter, we had many good times.  I remember, on the first day I had him, I wanted to see what music he was into so I put on some Fifth Harmony.  Squilly and I got turnt, he was even dancing around in his little one gallon paradise.  The months when Squilly was in my life were some of the best.  See ya in the next life, Squilly.  Mikelle out.