I have a pet fish.
Little Nico was gifted to me in a time of desperate desperation (sort of, might be a little bit over exaggerating with that one). He was given to me at a time when I couldn't talk my mind off a slightly depressing recent break up. February 15, 2008, Alyssa shows up at my house with a tank and a little blue betta fish. She'd joked about getting me a fish, but there he was, swimming coolly around the bottom of his little travel holder.
I set about to name him, because as most people know, naming is what I do. I couldn't decide if I wanted to go classic or exotic or trendy or timeless (but, that's kind of the same as classic anyway?). And I couldn't decide if I wanted to name him after anyone (but who really wants a fish named after them?). I was tossing around a few names in my head when it hit me: Nicholas. But the spelling was too traditional. I made it Nicklaus. His middle name became Anthony because...it sounded good. And he kind of looks like a Nicklaus Anthony, though it would probably be safe to say most people would have named him something like Bubbles or Fish.
Anyway, Nick is a very well traveled fish, sort of. If you count traveling every two weeks from Des Moines to West Seattle well traveled. But if you think about it, that's a long way. Do you know how long it would take him to get there if it was all water!? A long time. But he rode in my lap all the way there, every time. We're buds. I sing him good night (my 13 year old cousins got a kick out of that when they visited), and I sing him good morning (my roommate has become accustom to it and fills in for me on those mornings when I'm not in the dorm).
I've discovered through process of elimination that he is in fact a rap/hip-hop lover, preferably Lil Wayne or Lil Jon. Though he does really like Let It Rock by Kevin Rudolf, but of course that features Lil Wayne, so maybe that's why. He however, is not a fan of Pitbull, which disappoints me because that's what I usually like to listen to loudly. Oh well, you can't please everyone.
So, we just celebrated Nicklaus' first birthday here on Sunday. Well, actually I was in Seattle without him, so I had to call my roommate and talk to him and tell him how much I loved him. I know he appreciated it. I want to give him a treat, but I think he's being a little moody today, so I'm just trying to coax him out from under his rock (not literally).
I just have to say that I've never loved a fish as much as I love this little guy. He loves me on my good days and bad days, and I love him. Happy Birthday Baby Boy!
For disclosure, I just want to say, I'm sure I'm not the only one who loves their pet fish this much. And if I am, then I guess I have the luckiest fish in the world.


