R.I.P Kermit

On Monday, our dear frog Kermit, went to the fishbowl in the sky. Sad day. Kermit was the smaller of two frogs we got in January. He was a good frog, but due to a bad decision on my part (we bought an evil puffer fish, "Shrek") his front two arms and back two feet got nipped off. He fought a good fight, but two days after we found him in his chewed up state, he gave up the ghost. We had a nice funeral. We said a few things, and then we tossed him in the river that runs through our backyard. We're deeply saddened by the loss. His brother (or maybe lover), Raymond, is still hanging on, and we're hoping he'll make it through the loss of his two front hands. Frogs can grow that sort of thing back thankfully, so we're hoping for a full recovery.
We'll miss you Kermit. Just keep swimming.