So reports of Stanley’s demise have been greatly exaggerated. I was ready to believe he was dead. He seemed to get very sick very quickly last week. My boss reported that he was dead when she checked him yesterday.

Today, I came in and had to look in the tank for him. My dear boss says well he’s moved. I figured it was just the filter, but I got out the pencil that we have been poking him with since Thursday to see if he’s alive.

He went flying out of the rocks he was hiding in like a child running from spinach. He’s still sick. He may not last, but he is alive and even ate a nugget of food.

Next time I’ll wait for a ruling from the coroner before alarming the family. Please do not attempt to retrieve any lovings given to poodles or kitties in lieu of flowers.