I’ve had my goldfish for about 6 years now.
I didn’t give them names, but we ‘talked’ several times a day. Twice a day they would bunch up in the corner of the tank, opening and closing their mouths rapidly and wiggling their little bodies in anticipation of the ‘delicious’ food I sprinkled in. There was a lot of activity as they avidly ate every little bit, and then were calm again.
After lots of research, I had finally found a combination of filters and treatments that kept their tank water clean and sparkling. My husband was noticing the other day that I wasn’t having to clean the tank every week anymore.
Last week the smaller fish died. We talked about getting another fish, but I thought we should just be thankful we had one fish.
This morning the larger fish was gone, too.
I guess it’s stupid to be sad over a couple of fish, but even with no names, they were members of our family for a long time. They will be missed.
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