The final one

On the morning of Tuesday, January the 27th, our friend, Fish passed away.

She was a good gerbil, always one to be generous in the ways of biting a big chunk out of your finger. She enjoyed leaving the cage to get some fresh air (which was much needed), but she could never leave for more than five minutes, due to the horrible seizures she got from being in an unknown environment. A very pleasurable experience, I'm sure.

As the last living descendant of the matriarch, Lil' Trooper, she wanted her life to be full, and as we all know, she lived it to the fullest. It seemed that her adventurous life of living in a hot, stinking aquarium would never end, but alas, to much of our distress, it did.

But we must not dwell upon the fact that she died a slow or painful death, for she did not. She died a death of old age and sickness (so it was more like she died a death of a disease that came on quickly, but took a while to get to the point). She now lays peacefully in the corner of her cage next to the trash can, waiting for next week's garbage day.

She lived through the deaths of her own sisters and brother: Jeff, Chips, And, and the many other unnamed siblings (not to mention that she might have been the very cause of their deaths), as well of her own parents, Char and Lil' Trooper. She knew that she must carry the last words of the Gerbil family well.

And because of her great deeds, we remember the Gerbils for this: their sharp teeth, their ability at jumping out of your hands, their twitching fits and seizures, their cleverness of escaping their cage when you're on vacation and chewing your sister's stuffed animals (oh wait, that was Jeff...), their hideously rancid odors, their ever-lasting lives, their ferocious abilities to kill their siblings, and their nocturnal little selves keeping you awake at night, hitting their water bottle against the glass of the cage. All of them, great feats.

We must never forget Fish, in times of sadness and of celebration, for she will always be close to our hearts, the last survivor of the Gerbils.

And now, a moment of silence...






Thank you.







We will remember you forever, Fish, our friend.








And now one question...
Anyone need five-and-a-half pounds of gerbil food?