About a couple days ago, my
best friend, Winter sadly passed away because of a big swollen eye (A.K.A.
Popeye.) And a few days before that, I noticed it. But, I just thought it was a
thing on his eye. I should of looked closer, because I didn’t see his pupil.
Poor Winter. Never even got to spend his birthday with him. I was what you call
. . . Devastated. Sad. Tearful. Mad.
Mad at me for not telling someone. For thinking, “Ah, he’ll be fine.” Well guess what Misa? He’s not! But it’s too
late to warn myself because maybe I don’t know, two days later, I’m feeding him
and I looked even closer. “ Why is that
big thing still there? Oh my gosh Winter! You have a swollen eye!” I was
thinking out loud and my mom and my brother heard me.We quickly searched the web and
found a website that said you should act quickly to prevent death, blindness or
the eye falling completely out of his socket! I was so scared, that I started
to cry. My mom kept on saying, “ It’s okay. We’re treating it.” But it was a
slightly too late. “Um mama? Winter is floating in the corner,” said my little
bro. And then it happened. I cried a little. Then more. Then . . . it was
pouring my tears. Winter was gone.
It was horrible. The crying.
The tears. The empty hole in my heart. I can’t stand thinking about him. And
some people call it crazy, to have a fish as your best friend. I don’t. Yes, he
may be gone, but I am proud to call him,
My friend, the fish.