We've had something of a sad weekend as Gang, our goldfish has died.  He was 13 years old, so some age.  In fact, when I visited the vet on Thursday she couldn't believe his age.  I feel that an era has passed away along with him.  He is now buried in a Pelham Hotel chocoloate box (somehow fitting we felt) under the lawn by the back door.  60 snowdrops have been buried with him so I am hoping to have something to enjoy next year.  

Strange that a goldfish could be quite so special.