
A sobbing, but smiling London ready for the burial.

London got a fish about a year and a half ago. She died the next day, as most goldfish do. Well, we replaced "Ariel" with another fish which London named Kate. She names most things after herself... While we were on our cruise/Disneyworld vacay last fall, Kate died. Our neighbor, Maggie, who was fish sitting for us, replaced her with a new fish and Londy never knew. New Kate died last week, and Londy was devastated. She had had her for 8 months, (Londy thought it was closer to a year and a half...) and she had died. I gave the whole, "we should send Kate back to the ocean where she belongs" speech to no avail. London wanted a proper burial for her Kate, so bury her we did. We're hoping that the tree she's now under will grow a little greener this year!

Pippi dressed up for the occasion... Matt doing the honors...
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