This morning was a sad, sad morning in the Fucillo family. We returned home yesterday from several fun-filled days in Disneyland and Pasadena. All seemed well, however, when James checked on Boobooboos this morning, she had joined the great big goldfish in the sky.
Back in January, poor little Boobooboos came down with the popeye. That was the medical diagnosis provided by Dr. James when one of her eyes bugged-out to the size of a marble. Before I left for my annual trip to Vegas, I said my goodbyes and told her I loved her.
Miraculously, Dr. James nursed little Boobooboos back to health. Her appetite returned and the popeye retreated. She was back to her happy-go-lucky, tail-wagging self.
But over the last few weeks, we knew something was wrong. She had stopped eating again and was not greeting us each morning by splashing around. Last night she swam down into her favorite little corner and went to sleep with the fishes… forever.
We held a little funeral for Boobooboos this morning in the half bath. I had to stay at the kitchen table as I didn’t want that to be my last mental image of her. Technically she was Nate’s fish, but really she was everybody’s favorite. After a good cry on the floor behind the laundry basket, Nate joined us back at the breakfast table.
Jacob made sure he received more Honey Nut Cheerios than he had, and even more notably, the special “tall” spoon.
Rest in Peace little Boobooboos. We love you.