Fuddland

A sad evening in the house tonight: after several months spent mostly upside-down, our sick fish finally gave up the ghost.

I did pretty much everything I could, following the local shop’s advice: firstly adding special salts to the water which combat and prevent disease; then some specific swimbladder treatment [which worryingly contained peroxide as its active ingredient — I thought we’d just end up with blondefish instead of goldfish]; finally, changing their diet from dry food [which contains fish and fish derivative, whatever that may be] to bloodworm, which seemed to have a positive effect. But in the end he was either too old or too sick to recover.

After I removed the corpse, the other fish seemed to be desperately searching the tank for their missing friend, but that’s probably just me anthropomorphising; they were just getting used to the extra room or something — stretching their fins, as it were.

A small, private funeral will be conducted in the morning. [And no, it won’t involve the flushing of a toilet.]

#1

imogen | 2004 / 04 / 03 – 01:10

bye bob. you will be missed.
tonight glasses will be raised in your brave honor.

#2

Daisy | 2004 / 04 / 05 – 13:16

RIP mr fish.

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