In Memory

On August 1st around 11:05 p.m Billy Braufedas (Bruh-fay-dus) Brown died of unknown causes. He had a simple service in the Brown's backyard. Billy started his life as part of an experiment in Mr. Streeter's science class, and after being relieved of his duty to science was given to Mandarin. He lived a good life, full of Christmas music (his favorite), eating at 5:40 a.m and 5:30 p.m, and tapping his nose on the glass when he saw someone he liked. He was loved by his whole family and will be missed.
I wrote that after we buried him in our backyard, around midnight. It's weird, I couldn't understand why I was so exceptionally upset. He didn't do much. He was a fish who swam around in my bowl and would occasionally scare me by lying on the bottom of his bowl. We didn't do much together.
 It might have been the fact that it was really late, and I was sleep deprived. It might have been because I was kind of scared that I might have accidentally killed him.
I think it's because he was my pet. Regardless of whether he was a goldfish, or a dog, or a dragon, whatever- he was still mine. I fed him everyday. He was aware of me in my room, shifting on my bed, and I was aware of him in my room, tapping the glass when it was dark.
I think that justifies emotion. 
Anyway, I loved Billy. I'm pretty sure you guys did too, after all the posts I did about him. This is the last one just about him.
R.I.P BILLY