Sunday night I had dinner with a couple for whom I will soon be housesitting. This housesitting endeavor will involve feeding an enormous tank of fish, scooping cat litter for 3 cats (to which I am highly allergic), and generally attending to the hunger, exercise, and petting of a 15 year old dog who is blind and deaf.
I find this mildly amusing because I have never had a pet that actually required real attention.
The only "pet" I have ever been able to call my own was a Siamese Fighting Fish name Murph. I got Murph as a replacement to my then boyfriend - #1 - who decided to study abroad in Australia for 6 months. It was a fantastic idea, for Murph was a phenomenal fish. Just ask any of my roomates who also had the pleasure of dwelling with him. He moved with me from Dinsmore Row, to the Pi Phi House, to Alexandria, to Georgetown, to Rugby Apartments, to my parents' house and to Arlington, VA. He accompanied me on two Beach Weeks in Myrtle Beach, and spent Spring Break vacations being babysat by families in Burlington, NC and Richmond, VA.
Murph grew to be 3 years old. And yes, I cried when Murph died. A lot. Even at my cubicle at work.
I have a feeling Murph would have loved San Francisco.
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