Moti Died.

Sadness. Depression. Despair all around.

Last night we came up to bed after entertaining and when I walked over to Moti's bowl I knew instantly that he was gone. He used to sit up at the top of the bowl but he would have SOME movement. So I first made Kristen confirm that he was not alive anymore, then I went and got my fish net hoping that when I put it in and started chasing after him he would fight back. No such luck. I burst into tears. (I think mainly because it had been the longest day ever at church and I haven't been sleeping great, and also the shock of losing yet another fish, but I did cry.) And made Kristen do the dirty work.

All in all, I don't think I am going to get another fish.