My dear Kit Fishto, you were a lovely fish.  You didn’t once complain when it took me weeks to name you.  You tolerated me calling you Kitty.  You didn’t mock me when I went running up to you and pressed my head up to the glass and yelled “LOOK AT MY FACE!” on the day that I came home wearing my new glasses.  You loved swimming in time to music and Tom Petty was your favourite.  You saw me naked more than you probably cared to, but I had to feed you freeze-dried bloodworms so I guess that makes us even.  You watched me dance around my apartment and listened to me babble about how happy I was when I met someone.  You watched me while I was curled up on the couch after I had my heart broken.  You watched me attempt pilates, rearrange my furniture and fight with pigeons.  I hope you were entertained by my antics.  I was always entertained by yours.

Love,

Violet