When the kids were young we used to have a large fish tank. My husband used to take care of it. I never messed with them but the kids did once in a while. I remember the fish tank and all the colorful fish we had in there. We had to get plants as well, and we bought some little things to make the fish tank look nice. The kids were all excited when my husband used to change the water or scoop up the messy stuff on the bottom of the fish tank. I never really cared about it. I just watched for a little while and then walked away.
Then one day the fish was lying on the bottom of the fish tank and not even moving. Ugh! I was not going to do anything with that. I just left it as is until my husband came home. The kids kept showing me the fish on the bottom of the tank and the youngest kept asking me if the fish was sick. I did not have the heart to tell her the fish was dead. I left that for my husband – is was good at easing the pain for the child. Well, of course you know the end of this story. Or, you should.
Once the last fish died, we all sat around the fish tank and said goodbye, then my husband cleaned out the fish tank, put away all the toys on the bottom, wiped the glass and stored the entire fish tank and stuff and we never had a fish tank again. The end of the fish and the start of the dogs.