Many a tadpole looked up to him for guidance. The minnows not so much. He is survived by no one that we know of save for those of us who visited him daily through the glass. At death, while resting on the rocks, he gave one final nod toward the minnows he’d yet eaten, then passed from aquarium life to the hereafter.
RIP my friend. It’s been fun. ~ Eulogy for the frog