Poor Fish

My husband says the fish is not dead. I cannot explain how this describes so many things in our lives...he never believes that anything is totally "dead." Hence, we have some "undead" dead bushes and trees and now an "undead" fish on our kitchen counter. No sign of life. Code blue...an extended metaphor for my life. 

Sorry little fish. You had a good two weeks and we mostly remembered to feed you. At least we saved you from the cat's continued quest to upend the jar. You died on your own terms.  "I shall call him squishy and he shall be mine. He will be my squishy."