Once Goldie died it has been all downhill for the others too. This morning I thought treasure had kicked the bucket (or "kicked the butt" as Ian had mistakenly understood the expression). He was literally hanging on for dear life. Epona looked like she might make it a few more days, but the Ick on her fins and tail looked bad. She ended up kicking it before Treasure. I think Treasure will be dead by morning. He is looking pretty bad and has been hiding in the corner at the top of the tank all day.

Treasure looking pretty ill.
Here's the Fishy Eulogy I wrote with inspiration from the kids:
"With just one flush you are on your way. On your way to better places. The memories of your past will go on with you. Your first home, the hatchery, your second home, Wal-mart where you saw your friends leave and some die. And some be taken to homes where their lives were only valued as a meal for a predator. Your destiny was to become a beloved pet in our 5 gallon tank. Your journey was so long, and yet so short. Now you will be able to swim in the big ocean. Free from the Ick that tormented your mortal body. You will be able to enjoy adding your beautiful 'glub glubs' to the other angelic fish in the underwater fishy choir.We send you, Epona, to meet your good friend, the previously deceased Goldie."
*flush*
1 comment:
Wow-inspirational! ;) What a quick trip this has been in the pet-owning world!
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