Oh, Eeyore.
You never really did anything.
But you were pretty.
Sometimes you ate when I put the food at the top of your tank.
You always swam away when I tried to get you into the cup to clean your bowl. But I eventually tracked you down.
Even holding a mirror up to your tank didn't bring out the fight in you.
You never were very active. Even when I first got you. That's why I named you Eeyore. Like the Winnie-the-Pooh character who was always so melancholy.
But you were pretty.
And now you are gone.
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Since my sister's blog contains a memoir of Eeyore, I figured it was only appropriate to honour his memory on my own blog.
Eeyore
2004 - 2006
You never really did anything.
But you were pretty.
Sometimes you ate when I put the food at the top of your tank.
You always swam away when I tried to get you into the cup to clean your bowl. But I eventually tracked you down.
Even holding a mirror up to your tank didn't bring out the fight in you.
You never were very active. Even when I first got you. That's why I named you Eeyore. Like the Winnie-the-Pooh character who was always so melancholy.
But you were pretty.
And now you are gone.
---------------------
Since my sister's blog contains a memoir of Eeyore, I figured it was only appropriate to honour his memory on my own blog.
Eeyore
2004 - 2006
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