At least I hope it is for Dr.Pepper. He decided to go belly up on the first day of my 30 day photo project, and I hadn’t even named the poor thing.
Since my husband won’t let me bury him in the sunflower pot, he gets an online memorial and a posthumously awarded name.
Dr.Pepper. He lived. He was a fish. He died with his mouth open. He will be briefly missed. Amen.