At 6:43pm yesterday, my co-worker’s abandoned fish who has been living in my cube for the past 5 months went to visit the big fish bowl in the sky. Final diagnosis (my husband is almost a doctor) was ischemic stroke coupled with something else really weird that made him spin in circles whenever I shook the bowl to make sure he wasn’t dead. He went quickly and quietly via commode. I will miss his enthusiastic greeting every morning when I enter my cube.
RIP ol buddy.
Rambulatory Ambulatory 