Elvis has left the fish tank...

Tragedy has struck the Westchester homestead, with the accidental death of my pet fish, Elvis.

While the autopsy was not conclusive (there was no autopsy), I suspect he suffocated to death when I put too many/not enough PH balancing drops into the water as I was cleaning his little bowl.

For those of you who didn’t know Elvis, he was an angry little fish with a chip on his shoulder that far exceeded the scope of his underwater living space.

Here is a poem I have written in his memory:

He knew no tricks,
nor could he cuddle;
but he was with me for a year,
so I will miss his little bubbles.

Sadly, Elvis lacked the capacity to communicate with humans; however, if he could have spoken with me before he passed, I imagine that these would have been his final words.....

I will miss you my little friend!