alas, Splaish and Splish have gone on to the big fishbowl in the sky

They were noble fish. In the evenings we turned on the light and enjoyed them. Most of the time.

Splaish was especially enjoyed, as he travelled quite a bit. He was a nomadic fish, living alternately in Conyers and Atlanta. He was by far the more worldy of the two, and attended the Georgia Institute of Technology. He was a bit more debonair, too, as his beautiful tail was almost an object d’art. Then Splish tried to take a bite out of it, resulting in their separation. 

Splish moved out to her own fishbowl, but frankly, she was slumming it. Splaish had the nice digs, with the filter and light and his own personal fishman-cave. He stayed there in his final days, rarely having the energy to venture out. Still, he was well taken care of…he was fed every other day, and the light was turned on to be enjoyed. I would have to say, there was nary a fish in the world who was as enjoyed as Splaish.

Splish, on the other hand, was just a bully. She kept me company while I washed the dishes. Her light was always on, so she was very much enjoyed as well.

You will be missed, good fish.