YOU GUYS. I killed my fishie yesterday. And I am like, beyond sad. I mean it. I bawled harder than when my cat ran away in high school. BAWLED. OVER. A. FISH.
Bruce was awesome. In the 6 weeks I kept him alive he was like my little buddy. Every morning, “HIIIIIIII BRUCE!” as he would come to the surface for his meal. Which he would eat out of my hand. Seriously. He knew my voice. When I came in the door, he’d swim over to that side of the tank and just twirl and whirl for me. I guess, yes, he was my baby substitute. I can’t have a cat or a dog, so this was my “something to love until I have a baby” fish. I bet there are some psychoanalysts that would LOVE to delve into that one.
I mean, come on. It’s a fish. These things have an average life span of like 5 minutes, especially in my household. But I miss that fish. Sad face.
I was changing his water, and I don’t know what happened. Maybe the temporary bowl’s water was too warm, or too cold. GEEZ. Everyone says betta fish are supposed to indestructible. Unkillable. But there he was, slowly slowing down in his little mixing bowl. Then I put him back in his clean tank and he just went down. I panicked, was crying, Kurt was trying to convince me that he was okay, but he just laid there on the gravel, looking at me, ACCUSING me of killing him. Kurt handled the burial at sea.
I locked myself in the closet for 20 minutes.
OVER A FISH.
Heaven help me.
2 comments:
I completely understand your pain. I only had my betta for a week before he almost bit the big one. And like I said before, that fish was at the fishy gates of heaven with one fin in when I somehow managed to revive the sucker. anyway.. ONE WEEK and I was ready to burst into tears and kept rooting the little guy on. I didn't want Lilly to have to deal with that. She had already been showing fishy pictures of herself and talking to it everyday. Over a year later and the kid could care less except she likes to feed him. I'm sorry to hear about Bruce and am sure he is enjoying fishy heaven. He can hang out with Beau (our first betta) and "fishy", original I know, my moms betta.
Awwwww, poor Bruce and poor Elissa. I used to have a 1 gallon tank in college and had a cannibal fish problem. They kept eating each other. On the plus side, your story made me laugh about 15 times.
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