Usually the last day of the year people sit around reminiscing about the year, more so the highs rather than the lows. We were planning this year would be no different, until we got out of bed this morning and discovered that our beloved pet, Fishy was its name, wasn't in its bowl.
Fishy’s life with us started on a chilly October 2010 evening at a ‘throw a ping-pong ball into a fish bowl – win a fish’ contest at the annual Topsfield Fair in Topsfield, Massachusetts. It was the end of the night and we were making our way back to the car to go home in Salem. Ivy wanted to try her luck at throwing a ping-pong ball into a fish bowl and try to win a fish. The odds didn't look very good, as there were many people there and it cost five dollars to play the game, a rip off if you ask Jon, to throw plastic balls into a tiny bowl, yet we were at a fair where you’re supposed to play games that you have no chance of winning…so we did. We had 20 ping-pong balls (chances) to win a fish. It was getting down to the last five or so balls, and then it happened – we won a fish! The game-carnie came over and gave a ticket that read “congratulations, you won a fish! Please turn card over” and we turned the card over, it read “fish costs 50 cents.” Double rip-off! All we had was a 20 dollar bill, which they gladly changed for us. We won a fish, which we apply named “Fishy.”

We weren’t sure how long Fishy had been in its bag so in the car we opened the bag a bit to let in some fresh air. Luckily, it made it home. When we got home however, we didn’t know where we would put our new pet. We had a two-quart measuring bowl and a bag of sea glass in our closet, and we created Fishy’s new home. Fishy spent his entire life in that bowl, which was cleaned every month or three. We loved Fishy. Fishy was an easy pet, as it just stayed in its bowl. Daily Fishy would remind us to feed it by splashing the water (out of the bowl) or by making the fishy noise with its lips on the water’s surface. They were a few times we forgot to feed it or went away on vacation for days, but yet it was a hardy fish. Fishy was our friend that we would daily greet in the morning and say goodnight to at night. Fishy was also liked by our visiting friends and family.
In August 2011, we moved from Massachusetts to Maryland. We weren’t sure how we would move with Fishy. We put Fishy in a bag in its bowl and placed it on the car floor. Jon was in charge of keeping Fishy ‘comfortable’ during our insanely long drive on the MassPike, the Merrit Parkway in Connecticut, I-287 in New York, and I-95 through New Jersey and into Delaware, and eventually Maryland! Jon continually checked Fishy and talked to Fishy during the trip. Fishy was hardy in the least! When we arrived at our new place, we gave him some clean water and placed it back on the countertop in the kitchen…just like in Salem. When one of us was home alone, Fishy was someone to talk to and keep us company. Jon always greeted Fishy when he came home from work as well. We loved Fishy. Fishy was a good friend
On December 31, 2011 – Ivy woke up and walked to greet Fishy, as she did every morning. However, Fishy was not in its bowl. We can only speculate what happened but it appeared that something made Fishy jump out of its bowl, as Fishy was found underneath the countertop this morning, covered in dust. Not a good way to end or start a new year. We really loved Fishy and will miss it dearly.
In remembrance of Fishy Connelly – December 31, 2011.