Dorian died today. He was the last fish we owned and I found him floating at the bottom of the bowl. I wasn’t sure if he had really passed away because lately he has begun to “pretend to die” daily… I assumed he was just looking for an extra meal till he didn’t respond to my taps. Alas it wasn’t so today, he was truly gone to fish heaven.
I feel like Dorian deserves to be remembered and I will miss his presence among my bottles of scotch. He was the perfect guard fish and I couldn’t have asked for a better friend. He never intruded in my space and always stuck to his bowl of comfort. He wasn’t overly talkative either. Who will greet me in the morning with bubbles of joy?
All water leads to the ocean. We have to continue that lie because of Dorian and Dori who he was named after. That is right, Dorian lived a confused life in which he was continuously called different names. I am unsure if it created a complex or if perhaps he simply thought there was a girl named Dori around him his whole life that he couldn’t see. Either way, I hope he knows his true name and that he will be missed. Swim for that ocean Dorian. Just keep swiming.