Carl was a beta, but thanks for all of the comments and emails of support.
Funny thing is, I really couldn't have cared less about the fish. I know, I know, I'm awful, but I knew the minute they walked in the house with him that his life expectancy had just rapidly decreased.
In a world like mine, hectic and full of meaning, a dead beta is really not registering on my rader.
I have bigger fish to fry.
Or is that not a good analogy here?