A Small Miracle

This morning the boys and I came downstairs to find our beta fish, Mr. Charles II, floating at the top of his fish bowl. He gets his name from a fish I had when Aaron and I met. When I bought him he came with this little card that said he was Mr. Charles. I felt no need to change the name. Aaron always made fun of me because I talked to Mr. Charles. When I would get up in the morning I would tell him good morning and tell him hello when I came home. He was my pet. Well he is long gone. So when Logan wanted a fish and we tried keeping alive some little fish in this cheap tank we bought only to have them die way to soon; we went for a beta. Very easy to take care of and quiet pretty. We have had Mr. Charles II for about a year now so I guess I knew the end was near but I was still slightly sad to see him go but slightly glad that I wouldn't have to worry about cleaning the tank anymore (I know that's really mean!). Not that Logan really loves him but he's the only pet we have now. I wasn't too sure how to tell Logan so I just said that Mr. Charles had died (that may sound harsh but he has asked me before when the fish would just be sitting still and not doing anything...but I would peck his tank and he would swim around). His reply, "Oh man, not again!" I guess he was referring to his other fish that had died. I told him that Mr. Charles had lived a long time and he was a good pet. Logan didn't really care. He went on with his day. My friend Amy and I had just been talking about how surprised we were that both of our betas were living so long. Amy, mother of Logan's best friend, Logan Joshua, has a beta named Frank the Tank. Her poor beta has had some kind of eye problem where his eye was all bugged out and then his scales had some kind of disease. She treated him and he had lived through it all. Our beta had always been in good health and seemed to keep living despite me not cleaning his tank quiet as much as I should! **Whoops** So when she called I gave her the sad news. I was just joking around about how I thought that fish would live through anything but I guess his time just ran out. I told her that I hadn't flushed him yet and laughed about how funny it would be if he started swimming once I dumped him in the toilet. It was seriously a joke. I went over to look at him while talking to Amy and noticed he was no longer floating on the top but was now floating on the bottom, still on his side though. Amy's reply, "oh yeah, he's a goner!" I don't know why but I kind of poked him with this flower that sticks out of his tank...AND HE STARTED SWIMMING!!!!!! I screamed! Logan came running. I told him Mr. Charles was alive! He was excited and wanted to see. I showed him and this fish was swimming around like nothing had ever happen. I swear he was dead this morning. He was floating ON HIS SIDE. Isn't that what fish do only when they are dead...I mean I've never seen a fish sleep on his side...do fish even sleep? I poked at him this morning and nothing happened. But now he's swimming around like the happy fish he always is. I'm about to go clean his water. Maybe even buy something new for his tank. I mean I think he deserves some kind of treat or something!!!!! Amy says she bet Mr. Charles out lives me!!!!!! I know this may sound strange...but I swear our fish just came back to life!!!!!!