So, I guess my dad was right in saying that my poor fish Reno would be dead by the next break we had. I thought it wouldn't happen, but I guess I underestimated the fish diseases there were out there. Honestly I'm not quite sure what he has, but I know he's suffering and there's nothing I can do. But I would like to take this time to talk about him, and what he means/meant to me.

When I first got him I loved him to bits. He was yellow and cute and perfect in his little blue water and his ability to ride in a car without being too shaken. He had the appearance of a hardy little fish. But I've found that he is much paralleled to me. He was a cute little fish with a wit unmatched. He was mellow and sharp with his movements, energetic and adorable. He could fake me out and make me smile whenever I fed him with his little "om nom nom" at the top of the water. The first time he ever made a bubble nest I thought it was such a cute little thing I made a huge deal out of it.

He loved his little plastic plant that he hid in and swam around playfully, I'm glad we got him one. I don't know how much he liked me, or if he liked me at all, but he was very attentive to all of my movements and was always staring at me when I woke up in the morning, seemingly happy when I was there to greet him. He would swim around happily when I fed him and would nearly leap out of his bowl in his enthusiasm. I don't know for sure, but I like to think he liked me.

As I said before I've made some parallels and I feel that I can relate to him. I feel like I'm always sick because I'm so tiny and frail. I worried about his frailness just like my mom worries about me and my worries were valid now. I can see that. He is not the hardy little fish that everyone said he was. He was flashy and bright and managed to have my same weakness. He was able to get sick very easily and in his frailness, succumbed to it. Someday I think, if I'm not involved in an accident, I may share his fate, gasping for breath, overwhelmed by sickness.

Reno the flashy gay male stripping fish made my life brighter for the time that he was here. My emo moments were limited due to his presence. I loved the look in his eyes whenever I said his name and whenever he did something funny--he knew it. I'll miss him very much, and I hope that if I ever get another fish after him that that other fish will have the same cuteness in his eyes that Reno had in his little blue ones. The only thing I wish is that his death could be more swift. I hope he finds peace in his little fishy heaven.

Goodbye Reno. We all loved you.

Special Note for DA: Don't be surprised if I pine over my lost love in future art. He was really the closest thing I had to a boyfriend besides my Dell, Ganny.