R.I.P Goldie

We had quite the week this week with a fish named Goldie. Grandma Kathy bought Goldie for Emma and Bella on Tuesday night. They were so excited to finally get a fish, Emma had been asking to get one for months. We put Goldie in a glass fish bowl Grandma Kathy found at he house and sat her on the counter. I guess we forgot about our cat named Milo and the love/hate relationship cats have with fish. About midnight Ben and I awoke to a crash. Milo had knocked the fish bowl off the counter and it shattered all over the floor. In his bare feet Ben went across the floor not thinking about the glass all over it to do a daring rescue of Goldie. He found Milo batting Goldie back and forth on the wood floor by the front door. We were able to rescue the fish and put her in a bowl I found in the kitchen with a cookie sheet as a lid and a new big bottle of ketchup sitting on top. Goldie mad it through her traumatic night so I decided to get her a new home. We picked out a plastic home with a roof for Goldie. She was happy in the home, but when we went to the park on Thursday and came back she was dead. The girls were devastated. We had a quick good bye and flushed her down the toilet. Now when Bella goes potty she says she is peeing on Goldie!