First published May 2, 2014
Then quickly say, ” oh wait, YES, we have a goldfish!”
Then the laughter usually ensues from the other party, because I have learned that fish, especially one fish, isn’t really considered a pet, per se.
At least, by “pet people”.
Maybe it’s because fish are low maintenance, they eat their own poop, they don’t make any noise.
When we picked her up that day, she was carrying a clear plastic bag with something floating in it and had a HUGE smile on her face.
We already had “us” a dog at the time.
A crazy, makes Marley look like a tame poodle, uber hyper, eats furniture, poop, crayons, and entire bundt cakes yellow lab mix dog named Riley.
Anna said it was a boy fish and that she would like to name it Jake. So when we got home, we put Jake in the only bowl we could find, a glass trifle bowl meant for desserts.
We didn’t have high expectations because it was a fair fish and like clockwork, within two weeks Jake was a goner.
But his imminent demise occurred while our daughter was on a weekend getaway with my parents in Wisconsin.
So we did what we thought good parents would do; we bought a replacement fish at Petco for 75 cents.
As well as a mate for the replacement fish.
To cushion the blow.
Enter Jake, the sequel, and Lucy.
A year later, Jake, the sequel perished while we were at the Taste of Chicago.
Mike and I found him laying on the kitchen rug when we got home.
We surely thought Lucy would go soon after because of the whole fish widow thing.
But soon after we realized that she was, dare I say, happier upon Jake’s dramatic exit?
She gained more color, she was eating better, she looked vibrant.
Eight years later and she is still going strong.
Our goldfish that we spent 75 cents on is still alive eight years later and yes, it is just as shocking to us as it is to you.
This you need to know, we don’t put any chemicals in her water, we feed her regular fish food, the same fish food from Wal Mart that we have bought from the beginning, we don’t do anything special, there are no cool plants in her bowl or those scary deep-sea divers with the creepy masks on.
The funny thing is that over the past eight years, Lucy has become family.
I talk to this fish every day and she wiggles like a dog when I get ready to feed her. She swims to the side of the bowl when she sees someone. She also splashes us in the family room on the couch under where she lies if we haven’t fed her. I swear to GOD, I am not making this up.
She is a huge conversation starter in our home. People who have been to our home before always greet Lucy when they first come into the house. First-timers most likely will say, holy crap that is a big goldfish! followed by, are you kidding me??, when they hear how old she is.
She is one cool chick, isn’t she?
I love this fish so much, our daughters love this fish so much, my husband even begrudgingly loves this fish so much.
She is family, she is our pet and she is so very special.
*Lucy is still going strong at the ripe age of 11!
*Update again- as of 2019, she is still going strong!
*Sad update- Lucy finally passed away on June 9, 2020. We will never forget our 14-year-old goldfish.