{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Socamom","provider_url":"https:\/\/socamom.com\/w","author_name":"Eva Wilson","author_url":"https:\/\/socamom.com\/w\/author\/socasoca\/","title":"Goodbye Angel: The Fish Funeral - Socamom","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"CYF9oB2hyK\"><a href=\"https:\/\/socamom.com\/w\/goodbye-angel-the-fish-funeral\/\">Goodbye Angel: The Fish Funeral<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/socamom.com\/w\/goodbye-angel-the-fish-funeral\/embed\/#?secret=CYF9oB2hyK\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Goodbye Angel: The Fish Funeral&#8221; &#8212; Socamom\" data-secret=\"CYF9oB2hyK\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script>\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/socamom.com\/w\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n<\/script>\n","thumbnail_url":"https:\/\/socamom.com\/w\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/angel_socamom_1.jpg","thumbnail_width":400,"thumbnail_height":225,"description":"Sunrise: September 15, 2013 I\u2019m not sure why, but I didn\u2019t go to church that Sunday. The husband can\u2019t stand it when I don\u2019t go to church, so I think the purchase of not one, but two fish was his way of punishing me \u2013 subliminally of course.\u00a0 I told him I thought that was what he was doing, but he just smiled and went to set up the bowls for each kid. After everything was all set up, I went in to meet and greet the new finned family members\u2026 Ashton and Angel.\u00a0 Ashton was what I expected out of a beta fish. He was a bright, iridescent blue, a strong swimmer with big fancy fins trailing behind him.\u00a0 Then there was Miss Angel.\u00a0 She was small.\u00a0 Really small\u2026 and pink\u2026 kinda sickly looking if you ask me. But nobody asked me. I didn\u2019t go to church, so I had no say in the purchase. I could have talked her into getting a fish like Mr. Social\u2019s \u2013 strong, with flowy fins.\u00a0 Apparently, the girl fish didn\u2019t come with the fancy fins, and Baby Girl had no intention of having a male roommate again after finally getting Mr. Social out of her room once and for all. For her, Angel was perfect \u2013 small and pink. She set her up in her bowl with pink glass marbles on the bottom, and pink plastic seaweed that looked like a tree of sorts.\u00a0 She imagined that all her fishy little brain could think about was glitter and mirrors.\u00a0 I mean she was BORN pink \u2013 charmed right from the start. Baby girl decided that the perfect place for her was on the powder table. The shiniest spot in her room\u2026. and there was a mirror. Sunset: December 6, 2013 This morning, I awoke to screams\u2026. well\u2026 I opened one eye.\u00a0 Seemed like the usual \u201cdaddy did something funny\u201d or \u201cthe Cheerios are finally gone so we can have Fruit Loops\u201d kind of screams, so I closed that eye back.\u00a0 Then Mr. Social comes and jumps on my bed. \u201cEden\u2019s fish looks like THIS!\u201d **dead fish face**"}