Pajammy Party

Pillow fights, secrets, s'mores and scary stories. Sleeping bag not required.

Bye bye, Bubba

Photo by Jill

Bubba entered our lives on New Year’s Eve, after surviving a long car ride and hours spent in a small but lovely lavatory before the big reveal.

Despite his silence, Bubba the goldfish quickly became part of our lives. We get a kick out of catching him sleeping when we arrive at night. We creep into the room, not wanting to wake him because there are few things funnier than watching a goldfish sleep.

Especially one that’s hyper the rest of the time.

But Bubba hardly ever lets us watch him sleep. He almost always immediately wakes up when we walk into the room, as if he senses our presence, as if he wants us to know that he knows we’re there.

Bubba likes playing with the pebbles in his bowl, picking them up with his crazy fish lips and dropping them again. Late at night, as we drift off to sleep, we hear the clink-clink-clink of the pebbles dropping from his mouth. It’s almost as if he’s telling us, “Go sleep, humans. I’m just here.”

And when we wake up, Bubba really is just there, swimming crazily or impatiently waiting for his fish flakes.

One day, Jill noticed Bubba swimming strangely. He couldn’t swim all the way down. He’d struggle to go down but he kept floating back up. He also started swimming upside down.

We panicked and Googled like mad. His symptoms matched swim bladder disease, which is caused by feeding the goldfish dry food, food impactions and virus attacks and affects a fish’s equilibrium. Weirdly, a lot of people recommended feeding the sick goldfish with a pea or two.

Jill did just that and soon, like magic, Bubba was back to his normal self.

Despite a change in his diet, Bubba’s swim bladder disease reoccurred a couple of times but peas always did the trick.

Until yesterday.

We arrived after being away for a couple of days and saw that Bubba was upside down again. But this time, he was no longer swimming.

“Bubba’s dead!” Jill said. She tapped the glass, trying to wake him up. “Bubba! Bubba!”

But he was really gone.

Manang Amy said he was still alive just hours before – she was still able to feed him one last pea.

“Let’s bury him,” I said. I didn’t want to see Bubba flushed down the toilet.

Last night, we buried him – Jill, Manang Amy and I, right beside the mango tree Jill planted when she was a kid.

Rest in peace, Bubba. I still can’t bear to write about you in the past tense. It’s only now that I’ve accepted that your death wasn’t an April Fool’s joke, it’s only now that the tears finally came.

It’s odd looking at the empty spot where your bowl was. It’s odd sleeping without hearing your gentle clink-clink-clink.

We will get another Bubba but we won’t forget you.


Single Post Navigation

3 thoughts on “Bye bye, Bubba

  1. pammy!
    my pet dog died many weeks ago.
    i’m still heartbroken. it was my first dog ever.

    • pajammy on said:

      awwww ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

      that’s so sad.. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ i’m so sorry to hear that..

      this is exactly why i really can’t handle pets.. when i was in fifth grade, they had to give away our beloved shih tzu because my lolo had emphysema… i was heartbroken.. my heart still breaks when i think of her..

      that kind of started a pattern.. every single pet i’ve had, i ended up giving away – a dog in college, my rabbit Brucey – with the exception of hamsters who ate each other and a turtle that just disappeared..

      there were different reasons for giving them away, but ultimately, i think it’s because i really couldn’t handle them dying in my care..

      i hope you let your memories with your pet give you joy… and take comfort in the fact that you showered him/her with love when he/she was alive.. your dog was lucky to have you ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. i remember Brucey! sorry to hear about Bubba Pammy. it always sucks when pets leave their humans behind. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: