One fish less

Charlie was found dead at the bottom of his bowl this morning and this time he wasn't faking it like he was yesterday. He was 3 years old - we got him when he was a few months old in the summer of 2004. He's burried in the front garden on the hill and we'll make him a tombstone later this week. Joe is most glad that Charlie waited until I got home to die so he wouldn't feel like it was his fault.