How strange that you, of all of us, would prove to be the most hopeful.

It was with great sadness that I read, last week, of the passing of bondgirl’s widely loved and admired betta Secretariat.

After converting the Tundra into a Truck of Remembrance, I began preparing my remarks, on the chance I might be done the honor of being called upon to speak at a thronged service in his honor.

I’m leaning toward something like this:

“And it seems to be you lived your life
On the mantel in a dish.
Never shedding, never barking,
Food your only wish.
I would’ve liked to’ve known you,
but I am not a fiiiiiish….”

Be sure to really belt out the last line. It’s very, very satisfying.

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