Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Murder for Breakfast...
Remember Buford, my beautiful, white, strong, resilient goldfish? Well, if you recall, he was living with my parents high atop a shelf in my lavish bathroom where he recieved top quality attention and care. This morning, as usual, my mom went to give Buford breakfast only to find his bowl empty. It turns out Buford was tragically murdered by Jack, my parents' cat. I shudder to think of Buford's last moments. I do love Jack, but not today. Buford was NOT for breakfast.
For three years, Buford was a good friend, always listening and making me smile. I will miss his uniqueness and survivor-like spirit. RIP Buford.