R.I.P. Tex

A few months back, one of my co-workers came into the office with approximately a dozen beta fish. Apparently, she had a friend, a percussionist  in a band, and he performed at a wedding where they had beta fish as part of the centerpieces. At the end of the wedding, he had asked what was going to happen with all of the fish and was told  “they are hitching a ride on the porcelain express.” Well this was too much for this animal loving man, so he “rescued” all of the beta. While not quite on the same level as rescuing a puppy, impressive none the less. unfortunately, he wasn’t prepared to take in dozens of fish, especially since betas each need their own tank. So, the kind spirits at Robin Hood decided to help him out. And this is how Sherwood came into my life.

Well today at work, we head a death in the Robin Hood family. My co-worker, Caroline sadly reported that her Betta, “Tex” passed away. at 1:58, she sent the following email with the subject line “I don’t know how to say this, but…”

Tex died.
It was very tragic and disturbing.
This is the worst day ever…

While I certainly feel for Caroline and her lose, I think I speak for all of the other betta owners when I say “Phew – at least mine wasn’t the first to go.”

Please join me in sharing my deepest sympathies to Caroline. I would like to share the beautiful eulogy she wrote for him.

I would like to take moment and honor a dear friend, Tex.

Although he reached the esteemed status of lead Beta within the Robin Hood Foundation pool, he never forgot his roots, born locally to an unassuming fish couple and raised by Caroline Page. 

 Tex was well-respected and revered within the fish community, he led a silent but forceful movement, a movement that spread beyond the confines of his glass bowl into the aisles of his fellow coworkers. His powerful silence influence the many that interacted with him on a daily basis.

 I think it is important in times like these to remember the immortal words of, Dr. Suess, in his oh-so poignant “One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish”:

 But I bet they have come a long, long way.
We see them come.
We see them go.
Some are fast.
And some are slow.
Some are high.
And some are low
Not one of them is like another.

 Tex was all of these things: a fish firstly, but he came…he went…he was fast, sometimes slow. He was always high, never low. But truly, Tex was nothing like another. 

 To Tex, as you live life perpetual, please know that you are in our thoughts, prayers, and we send you the warmest of fish wishes.

 All my best.

R.I.P Tex
September 2011-February 2012
“Sometimes people come into our lives and quickly go…”

What’s in a Name?

Yesterday as I was walking down the street to me apartment, I noticed a guy walking two french bulldogs coming towards me. We have a lot of dogs that live in out building and you often see them out on our street. However, I had never seen these two little guys before. I was sort of staring at the owner to see if I recognized him when he said:

“Hey Molly!”

I immediately tried to rack my brain to figure out how I knew him… just as I was smiling and about to say hi, I realized that he was actually speaking to the  dog that was behind me.

Thanks mom and dad for giving me a dog name. I really appreciate it.