During his time with us, Ali was a source of inspiration as he swam around his little bowl oblivious of the outside world. He never complained but took whatever was thrown at him. When it was time to go, Ali took it stride. He fought with all his strength. There were times when we were about to flush him but then Ali would suddenly flap his fins and swim around bravely, showing us that he was down but not out.
Knowing that Ali was on his last fin, the boys and I went to check on Ali when we woke up this morning. We were not surprised to see that he had passed. In fact we were relieved. We did not enjoy seeing Ali struggling to make a lap around his glass house. In fact we almost buried him alive and held a vote to decided if he should stay until he was actually pronounced dead.
Ali’s life was spent in relative obscurity and so, according to his unsaid wishes, a small and quiet ceremony was held for him in the bathroom. On hand were Daddy, Mikhail, Kenyan and Treyton. After a brief goodbye at his porcelain grave, he was flushed. Kenyan did the honors while Mikhail, Daddy and Treyton looked on somberly.
Goodbye Ali. You will be missed but just keep swimming, swimming, swimming…