JerJur is dying.

Boger died. JerJur is dead-soon.
Mother called me a murderer maybe I'm one.
My goldfish don't even have the chance to celebrate their birthday.
They are only about 7 months old, and they're dead already.
Maybe I really am a bad owner. A lousy one.
My brother didn't flush Boger down the toilet bowl or bury it. He just threw it away.
I guess we're just going to do the same with Jerjur.
But WAIT!!! Where's my brother??