It’s come to my attention that we have a lost a puckery little soul this week and one of my favorite readers: Manny the goldfish. Manny, who belonged to my married couple friends, was a beautiful, sunset-colored fellow with bug eyes who was once featured in this column for his penchant for floating upside down feigning death. Well, Manny is feigning no more. 

Goldfish lives are fleeting, but I can say with confidence that Manny enjoyed a rich life in the Northern Massachusetts village of Hill de Haver, often tempting his owner to throw some extra flakes his way. In the spirit of his namesake, Manny was indeed being Manny until the end. He is survived by his friend, Trot.