Atticus Maxwell Finch passed away yesterday afternoon. Attie, as we lovingly called him, was our beta. I remember when BB finally brought me to the pet store to purchase him. Attie was just a wee little thing, and I knew he was the one. He was feisty and downright mean at times, but he soon warmed up. BB warned me the other day that Attie's days were numbered, but I wouldn't hear of it. Not my Attie. He couldn't leave us. But he did. He wasn't looking or acting at all like himself, and although I noticed his deteriorating health, I denied that anything was really wrong. The morning of Attie's death, BB called me at work and told me that he seemed worse off. He hardly touched his food. I didn't want to believe it. When I got home that afternoon, I forgot to look in on him. Or maybe I just didn't want to see the truth with my own eyes. BB said he was still alive when I got home. But, an hour later, Attie was gone. He must have waited for me to arrive home before he went on his way. Sigh. I miss him already. BB said betas only last a year or so, but Attie lived with us for a little over two years. Those were good times.
Not much else to report, unless you consider the following newsworthy. BB and I are excited about and preparing for our San Francisco trip. However, the heightened security at the airports I can very well do without. It's awfully hot tonight. We spent the past week watching DVDs we borrowed at the library. Thank goodness for libraries! I took several random pictures on my new digital camera, but have yet to post them on flickr.com or anywhere. I guess now that my friends and I are no longer that close, I see no reason why I should share my world with them. If I do, I would feel like I'm bragging or something. Why would they care anyway? Jacob called earlier today and invited us to a get together at his home. Nothing special. He just wanted to try out his new BBQ grill. I told him we couldn't make it because BB works tonight. I would have gone by myself, but they live so far away. I don't feel up to a road trip right now anyway. I take that back. Even if BB didn't have to work tonight and I didn't mind the long drive, I wouldn't have gone. That's just the way it is. I think my brother's mad at me. We haven't really talked in so long. We've been communicating via e-mail. I've left him messages on his cell phone, but he's never returned my calls. I wonder what's up his ass. Maybe it's me. I'm the one with the problem. Anyway, that's about it, I guess.
Look back fondly on those who have gone before us.