Friday June 6 2008 - Ode to Whisper

At the very unfortunate death of our cousin fish, I'd like to offer up this poem in remembrance of a fish....who's life was at sadly cut too short. My name was Whisper I was a fish I was starved to death against my wish Ironically my owner called himself "fish" What a joke, I'd still be alive if he'd have left me inside my nice plastic dish! And so from my watery grave I speak out..... against the injustice, I seemed to have been dealt. So all you other fish beware, my advise to you is this unless you dream of the porcelain pool swim clear of that man named "fish"!!!!! You'll always be remembered Whisper! We would never have replaced you if you lived in our home! Whisper's life will live on in our memories FOREVER!!!!