R.I.P.

Herma-Kuh, you weren't with us long, but you were greatly loved.  I think you proved Paul right about the name thing...

I'm sorry I wasn't a better fish mom and didn't take you to the fish doctor about your spazziness.  Or have the right kind of food for you.  Or not have a cave for you to hide in.  Or a herma-friend by your side.  Or whatever it was that happened.

You were too young, Herma-Kuh.  You only had one entry in the "Herma-Kuh Grows" excel spreadsheet.

Goodbye, freckled friend.  We will bury you in the most beautiful, blue toilet.  Swim free, Herma-Kuh!  Swim...free...