Anyway, yesterday before I woke up I had a vivid dream where Finny was swimming normally in his bowl, his scales the same vibrant red and purple they were in his youth, and when I woke up I knew Finny had died. I was right. Owen took it pretty bad when he came home from school, but when the tears dried he asked to write Finny a note.
'I wish you could come back to life but you can't.'
'I hope you had a great time at my home. PS: I love you.'
After deciding that Finny was happy and able to swim again in Fish Heaven, he felt a little better.