So who was Moe, anyway?
The heartbreaking tale of Moe begins in a pet store during my last year of university. The darling Moe nearly jumped off the shelf at me, and into my heart. Moe, the fighting beta fish, was then a big part of my life, sitting and swimming, even dancing in his bowl on our kitchen table. A happy little fish, to say the least.
Until one day, when I was changing the water in his bowl, I scooped him into a cup for safe keeping. In previous water-changes, I successfully drained most of this cup before setting him loose into his bowl once more. This time, however, he somehow made his way into the sink, caught in the drain catcher. As I attempted to rescue him without killing him, he looked me in the eye, and jumped down that drain. I was heartbroken.
Now, I like to imagine Moe swimming the rivers of…
- Joined March 20, 2009