The Shopping Fish

Yesterday I was lonely while at the mall looking for shoes, so I bought a fish.  My shopping fish.  A nice yellow fish that made me smile.

We walked through the mall, tried on shoes, and bought shoes. I took my shopping fish home, put him in a nice bowl of water, with nice rocks, and fed him well.

This morning I woke up, said hello to my shopping fish and fed him again.

I went out, shopping with the boyfriend, and when I returned home, 4 hours later, I found my shopping fish dried, shriveled and dead on the floor.

It living with me really that terrible of a thing?