Captain Scummy, my goldfish of almost one full year, died today. It’s funny, when I first picked him up at Petsmart I didn’t think much of it. It was a goldfish and in all likelihood would be dead in a week. But as the months wore on and the little guy stuck with me through midterms, my thesis, finals and everything else, I began to appreciate him more. I grew fond of seeing his fins flapping excitedly, propelling him to the top of the fish tank in the morning when I fed him. The good Cap’n even made the 6+ hour car ride with me when I moved up to Brooklyn. Of course all good things must come to an end and this rule is especially true for Goldfish so I dedicate this post to Captain Scummy, my fish and my friend.