Everyone wants to be missed

The next time you're feeling really down, consider the life of a carp.
These fish are dying by the dozens every day. We've got tons of their poor dead bodies building up in our landfill sites, and yet the ecosystem they are a part of doesn't seem to miss them at all.
I've spoken to two marine biologists who tell me the loss of the carp really won't make a difference to their habitat. Let's face it, they lift right out.
They have no natural predators and they don't eat enough of anything imporant enough to matter. They're not even native to our waters.
The ecosystem was fine before they got here, and if they all left, apparently it would still be fine.
Imagine facing your ultimate demise and learning that your leaving won't even cause a ripple in the surrounding water.
Pity the poor carp, scaly swimmer of the deep, big-mouthed, mushy-meated drifter in the tides, our aquatic immigrant from the East. I may not represent much of your ecosystems my finned friend, but I would miss you if you were gone.
I'd missing seeing you and your buddies splashing around in the river water under the Lakefield bridge at mating time. I'd miss you swimming close to me at the Riverview Zoo while I lob tiny pelleted morsels at you.
Never fear dear carp! There is at least one soul on this Earth who would mourn your passing.