13 hr. fish

We went to a wedding yesterday, the reception had fish bowls with candles and a little gold fish in it. Very pretty. Well, someone said that at the end of the night when everyone is gone, they flush them. With that said, a grandma from the family of the the bride and groom decided to bring some plastic bags to pour the fish in and give to the kids...
Well, one would not cut it at our house. So we were lucky and got 3!!!
On the way home the bag sprung a leak and water was leaking on the seat, Chase was very concerned about it and told someone at a graduation party we went to, after the reception, that we had an emergency. We turned the bag upside down, wow, that was ingeniuous. LOL.
We get home at 11:30 pm and we put the fish into an empty PNB jar and left the lid off. Chase gets up in the morning and starts checkin the fish out. He is SOOOO excited. He can't keep his hands off the jar and keeps giving us play by play moves that the fish are making, the big one is his, the small one is Sydney's and the medium one is Michele's. We don't have food for them, What do they eat anyway?
Well, We transferred them into a much larger glass jar and they were swimming around and then the unthinkable happened...the baby fish stopped moving it's mouth and just keeled over and was at the bottom of the jar, not good. Chase was not taking this well at all. What does that mean Mommy? Is it dead? is it going to live? What to do? I watched it and sure enough it looked dead to me, so I got a ladle and scooped it out and told them what I was going to do...I was headed to the toilet. Chase was so upset and so emotional that he could barely see through his tears. I flushed it, and guess what? It was not ready to go down. We flushed it again and it made its way to fishy heaven.
This has been an emotional day for Chase, and the girls. We have not had the fish in our possession for more than 13 hours and we already had a casualty...Can you imagine what it was like when Storm died? Chase asked me again, why I killed Storm and why I killed the fish. I explained that the fish was dying or already was dead and I tried to explain that we don't bury fish in the yard...he asked me if we could bury them in town...I told him that they love the water and I was putting him where he is best comfortable.
So, we cried and hugged for awhile and we will mourn the 13 hour fish and hopefully remember how it feels to lose something so special.