Bubba was a fighter.
Bubba was the fish that moved in when Mumbe died of old age. Just a few months later, Bubba started losing body parts. Significant ones. We started prepping the boys that Bubba would probably not even make it to Thanksgiving 2009.
Bubba was a fighter.
As Mark told the boys tonight, every night when Mark would come to turn off the light to the tank (so that Bubba could sleep - fish don't have eyelids, so you have to help them out, ya know), Bubba would make his attack face and say, "I'm gonna take you down. I'm gonna take you down to Chinatown. Get yo' hands off my tank, fool."
Bubba was a fighter.
We're going to miss that odd little fish.
Bubba was the fish that moved in when Mumbe died of old age. Just a few months later, Bubba started losing body parts. Significant ones. We started prepping the boys that Bubba would probably not even make it to Thanksgiving 2009.
Bubba was a fighter.
As Mark told the boys tonight, every night when Mark would come to turn off the light to the tank (so that Bubba could sleep - fish don't have eyelids, so you have to help them out, ya know), Bubba would make his attack face and say, "I'm gonna take you down. I'm gonna take you down to Chinatown. Get yo' hands off my tank, fool."
Bubba was a fighter.
We're going to miss that odd little fish.
Oh no! Poor Bubba! We will miss his visits so much. Goodbye Bubba. You were pretty cool, for a fish.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry about Bubba! We were a bit nervous that Bubba would die on our watch while you were gone on vacation! We thought he didn't look so good but as you have so accurately penned..... HE WAS A FIGHTER! Love, Mr. Dean and Ms. Beth.
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