My housemate’s fish just died. It was one of those little goldfish you get from the fair in sandwich bags full of water. It was just on its side right at the top of the tank, at the hatch through which they’re fed. Okay, I admit that’s not really a family tragedy only…
My housemate’s in Turkey.
I’m in charge of his fish while he’s away.
Okay so I feed them once a day, but the tub says up to three times a day, but he just said once. And who wants a pet which is in a glass tank anyway? Aren’t pets a replacement for children or even lovers, someone to curl up with at the end of the day so you don’t feel alone? What can a fish do? You can’t cuddle a fish. He may as well have a plant for what it’s worth, raising something and feeding it scientific amounts of food at regular intervals. Or intervals not regular enough.
So I’m left with the other fish, the final fish. Something killed the first and I don’t know enough about fish environments, fish anatomy or physiology to pin down what went wrong. I stare through the glass at the other fish, the traumatised brother or sister, or mother? We stare at each other through the glass and it looks as though it’s gasping for breath. I feed it and it picks at the food and swims half heartedly away from the hatch. Its eyes are bulging and black, I want to stay with it and monitor it but I don’t. I leave it up there in his room, in the tank, swimming in circles.
Had a cool lunch/afternoon in town today, took many – many pics!