Pet Cemetery, This Morning

This was a beloved fish apparently. I guess, in some ways, it still is.
My wife and I have talked about what we might do when Magda dies. In the past we have been serious about having her taxidermed into an 'attack' position.
But when I think about it, I figure a more appropriate pose might be curled around an equally taxidermed chicken drumstick. Then we will just sit her on the sill in the sun nursing that pollo for the rest of our days.