Three years ago, I bought Biff a fighting beta fish for his 20th birthday.
After a long haul in the beating sun, the fish and I made it to Biff's house to give him the surprise.
It was so hot that day I was worried that the poor guy would boil in the back seat!
Biff and I instantly became parents to our little fish that we endearingly named Dish.
Dish the Fish...catchy, ain't it?
Biff took great care of our new family member.
He would feed him every morning, teach him little fish tricks by spinning the water, and wrap the guy in a heated blanket to fight the cold in the winter time.
Nothing's cuter than a man and his fish!
Recently Dish's health took a turn for the worst.
After a fish diagnosis, Dish was believed to have fish dropsy or constipation.
Biff splurged on a very expensive fish medication to cure the dropsy disease.
Biff even cooked the little guy one pea to relieve him from constipation.
Did you know that one pea could solve a fish's bathroom problems? Neither did I...
Last night I got the phone call.
Our darling Dish the Fish passed away.
Yes, Biff and I legitimately cried over our beloved fish.
Dish on his third, and last birthday.
RIP Dish, mommy and daddy love you dearly.