Zen in a bowl

For many years now, ever since an fifty-nine cent life brought much joy to a severely depressed soul, there has been a fish in a bowl on a corner of my desk.

The last two weeks have been difficult. Zen, a betta of two years residence, died on February 14 and I decided I was done with fish keeping. I don't like keeping a tank (turns out I'm death to tanks - I cannot make them live for the life of me, even with an experienced fish keeper helping) and a betta in a bowl has been a good compromise. With the loss of Zen on a day that was already hard on me, I made a decison.

( No more fish. )