Life is Precious
August 8, 2007

So I have this fish--his name is "Edward." He's a betta fish and I've had him for almost four years now. As far as I'm concerned, four years might as well be 250 in fish years. Never in my life has a fish survived my care longer than two weeks. When I was a kid, I always won a goldfish or two at the annual church carnival. I'd bring the fish home (to my parents’ dismay), plop them in a glass pitcher, and a week or so later, they'd die. Honestly, I never thought much of it. Though I must say whenever the topic of goldfish comes up, I am reminded of the Cosby Show. Why? For every life scenario, there is a Cosby Show episode begging to be referenced. When seeking out wise counsel in life the order of operations is such: God, The Bible, and then The Cosby Show. The second episode of the series featured the death of Rudy's pet goldfish, Lamont, followed by a bathroom funeral that would make any pet jealous.

My dead fish never got funerals.

As an adult, I thought I'd turn over a new leaf. I'm not really the fish-owner type. Real fish owners talk to their fish daily, eat dinner on TV trays and know all the answers on the "Wheel of Fortune." I'm of the persuasion that fish tanks have a dentaloffice-esque feel about them and personally, I like to make distinctions between my home and my last root canal. So for me, the betta fish was a good compromise. They don't need large tanks and they're really low maintenance. My kinda fish!

When I first got Edward, I had no idea whether he was male or female or even how to tell. I took a chance by giving him a masculine name. It turns out I was right on (Thank God). The last thing a fish needs is an identity crisis. To make matters worse, "Edward" was purchased from Wal-Mart. Not even a fish deserves that type of legacy. Did you know Wal-Mart sells fish? Wal-Mart sells everything. If Wal-Mart could sell happiness, I bet they would. That fact notwithstanding, I still detest Wal-Mart.

Almost four years later, I've nearly killed Edward about a dozen times and he's still alive and somewhat kicking. I recently realized I don't have much time to take care of him any more and last week I made the decision to put the fish out of his misery. We live on the waterfront so I had this grand plan to dump Sir Edward into Lake Washington. I visualized him swimming to his heart's content, free from that mean black lady who never changed his tank water. That is until Andre (my husband), questioned my motives:

Andre: Do you even know if that type of fish can survive in the lake?

Me: No. But I'm sure he'll be fine!

Andre: So you mean he could possibly die?

Me: ..........

Andre: Whatever. Just make sure you're doing the right thing. That is another life and you need to be a good steward of it.

Who knew that getting married meant you have your own live-in judge AND jury? Yippee! I suppose it's always been my dream to marry a man who could use the word "steward" in every day conversation while also managing to send me into a downward spiral of conviction. Sexy I tell you. "Make sure you're doing the right thing" is Andre's code for "REPENT of your sins you wretched woman!" The most non-animal-loving, anti-pacifist man you will ever meet was defending a fish!. He was right though. What I planned on doing would probably kill the fish. It was just my chicken way of getting rid of him without flushing him down the toilet.

A few days passed and after mulling it over for awhile, I decided to put an ad on Craigslist to give away Sir Edward, the betta fish. It may go down as the silliest thing I've ever done, but at least I won't be answering to God (or my husband) on why I killed that darned fish. Then it happened. The responses. Oh my the responses! Nearly a hundred people replied wanting to rescue dear Edward from my care. A fish. They wanted to rescue a friggin' fish!

It was at that point I had my moment of clarity. Yes people, there is a point to this useless saga. There are two lessons to be learned here. One, Craigslist rocks and two, if one hundred plus strangers can show that much care, concern, and enthusiasm for a stupid fish whose presence or lack thereof will minimally impact the earth, America has got a heck of a lot of repenting to do for the unborn lives we've allowed to be killed on our watch. I can assuredly say there are generations desperately in need of the genius, the creativity, and the warrior-like spirit undoubtedly found among those never given a chance to live.

Posted by Ambra at August 8, 2007 12:32 AM in Abortion
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Not to mention those that we had and then neglected, left to their own devises, allowing there "genius, the creativity, and the warrior-like spirit" to die on the vine.

Good post

Great post.

But I thought it was 'betta', not 'beta'.

He's a first model prototype fish. J/k you're right.

Great post! Glad you are back! Missed you!

New here, glad you're back.

Excellent post, I'm always wondering the same thing: Why are Americans so holier-than-thou when it comes to fish getting flushed, and more heinously, Michael Vick dogfighting (please note I am NOT condoning that), yet the same people argue that an unborn child's life is nothing but a "choice." Priorities?

Dear Girl (and wonderfully wise husband)
I do so appreciate your jump from the fetal size fish of no real value ($1.99 at our local Walmart) to those unborn sacrificed that have infinite value. Good show! You are majoring in the majors, and Andre, bless him, is helping all of us keep it straight, right and Biblical.

OK, I apologize for asking you to loosen your spam controls so that I could post. That was obviously a bad idea

Hmmm, I recently poured salt on three slugs because they were big and gross and all near each other on my driveway. I hate slugs. What would Andre think? Was thing any more wrong than using slug bait?

Oops, (s/b) was THAT any more wrong than using slug bait?

Aw man, you missed your chance!
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