oh my darlin' oh my darlin' oh my daaaarlin' Clementine

Well, friends, it has happened. The ailments that began on Clem's outermost finny edges took over her soul, and she has passed into the beyond.* After recovering from a day or two of total inconsoleability, which is totally a word, I was able to find the strength to make a fitting memorial, worthy of Clem's status as a movie icon.

Behold, Clementine's last photo call (pre-grossifying illness):



But then, folks, I did some googling -- as we all do in moments like these -- and discovered that I really should include some kind of saying on her In Memoriam portrait. Many use the Bible, but mine is all the way over there on the bookshelf like ten feet from my desk, and that's just so far to walk, so I chose something equally important:


But this is when I realized I had chosen a quote that spoke only to her fishyness, and not to her own belief system, which was almost certainly Scientology. You know. As the stars do.

So I made a few modifications.


BUT THEN, dear readers, things started to feel a little ridiculous, so I settled on a final memorial more fitting the tone of this discussion.

If I may, I present. . . Clem's final remembrance:



You're doin' it right, Clem. Bon voyage, fishy!

Stephanie


*And by "the beyond" I mean the wild blue flusher.

gah! diva. or just sick.

Well, it figures -- Clem, after her movie debut, is not doing great. I've been reading up on betta fishies in the past few weeks, and one thing I've noticed is that they apparently prefer their water temperature to be something near 80 degrees. Those of you joining me this winter in the northeast know that it ain't no stinkin' 80 degrees up here right now.

I have kept her bowl next to the other fish in hopes that the warm temperatures from their water (now maintained at a balmy 76 degrees, or so it claims on the package) would help her, but it seems the stress of the temperature has gotten to her. Clem has developed some kind of fungus.


It's weirdly attached just to the end of her whiskers, but it's super-gross regardless and I'm going to be doing my best to keep her water fresh and to add some aquarium salt to her bowl. Fingers crossed she'll make a comeback! Otherwise, my movie empire might dissolve before it even gets off the ground.

I mean, let's face it -- these jokers can't be featured in a motion picture.

. . . OR CAN THEY?

Time will tell. *strokes chin *

Time. Will. Tell.

Stephanie