Tank of Death

Part of the reason I wanted to get Alex a fish tank is kinda morbid.  I wanted him to have a pet that he could get mildly attached to that would die before the dog.  I wanted him to experience the loss and sadness of a pet dying before the gut wrenching, heart shattering, and soul crushing that is going to hit that kid like a Mack truck when Aiden spaz-barks her way up to Doggy Heaven.

Seems Animart is not aware that fish have to live more than 72 hours for a child to achieve any inkling of attachment.  When we got home on Saturday night, we discovered the third of four Neons had gone to meet his maker.  And on Sunday morning, the last one standing was dead and stuck to the filter intake.  Four for four!  Battin' a thousand!  

On the dealing with death front, I think Alex is handling it quite well.  When he spotted the dead one on Saturday, he matter of factly said, "Welp...We got another dead one!"