Wednesday, July 25, 2007

In Memorium

We’ve been away for two weeks.

While on vacation we boarded the dog at her favorite kennel and Flippers, my daughter’s goldfish, was left in the care of her 6-year-old friend, Anthony. A week or so into our trip, a letter arrived addressed to my daughter in crude handwriting. It was from Anthony.

This is the letter:

Dear Harper

fliprs got kild but the kage is stil ther. Roca
[Anthony’s cat] nakt the kage down and he ate fliprs but we are gowing to bie you a nuthr fish.

Flippers, we hardly knew ya.


Auntie Joyce said...

So sorry to hear about Flippers. Sorry that we missed your visit as well. If we had known you were coming into town before hand, we could have rearranged a few things. Maybe we can catch you on your next trip. Hugs to everyone. Love, Auntie Joice

Todd Vick said...

Poor Flippers...I have never understood the feline obsession with seafood.

George said...

Wow! When it's my time to go, I hope it's not like because some bad speller's cat eats me alive. Please pass along our condolences.