The goldfish bowl teetered in Rio's arms as he stood, sobbing over the toilet.
"Okay ...it's time to say good-bye." I nudged.
"But I love him!" Rio cried.
"Honey, he's been dead for a week," I explained. "It's time to let him go."
Reluctantly, Rio tilted his fish bowl over the toilet.
"Wait!" My husband snatched the bowl from him and held it up. We stared with disbelief.
"He's alive!" Rio's prayers were answered.
"Tell me that didn't happen," I mumbled. "I haven't fed his fish in two months..."
"Why won't this fish die?" My husband chuckled.