My 11yo's betta fish died over the weekend. He seemed to have a hard time when I changed the water in his bowl on Saturday, and when I came down Sunday morning he was dead.
When I talked to my son about it, after the tears I told him that at some point we could get another fish. I told him that he could take his time, that it was normal not to want another pet right away, that it was an open offer. He was talking about it tonight, saying he didn't want to feel sad like this again. "Yeah," I said, "that's the trouble with fish. They have pretty short lifespans."
"Mom!" he said with a grin. "Could I have a Galapagos tortoise? Then I wouldn't have the lifespan problem."
Yeah, instead we'd have the "weighs 500 pounds and doesn't fit through doorways" problem. And the "whom should you bequeath this to since it will outlive you?" problem. Not to mention the "costs $12,000 on Craigslist" problem.
I'm thinking fish are more my speed.
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