I used to have a Betta fish on my desk when I worked at Azusa Pacific University. They make good work pets, since they don't eat a lot, they don't smell, and they are peaceful to watch. When I left APU and shortly thereafter California, I gave my Betta to my co-workers. I had named him Gonzo (because he was purple) and looked a lot like the Muppet. They took good care of him and occasionally sent me photos of Gonzo swimming around. Well, I received notice that Gonzo finally went home to the big fishbowl in the sky. Niona, one of my former employees, sent me the word and two pictures of Gonzo laying sideways on the bottom of the bowl. While I was sad to see that Gonzo kicked the bucket, I was amused that Niona sent me two pictures of the dead fishy. She cracks me up.
We also had some fish at home that the boys and I picked out when they were very young. Again, we couldn't take them with us, so my Mom agreed to take them and care for them. The last of those fish died about two weeks ago. Tis the season of dead fishies. Well, everything dies....at least once.
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Sorry, I didn't take any photos. It was sad to watch, especially since the last one [the one I originally named Garrison, but later called Big Red] died a very slow death. I watched him for over 3 days swimming in a circle because I think he had a fishy stroke and stopped using his upper and left side fins. He would get stuck in the corners and I would have to push him into the center. Finally he started swimming on his side. Never a good sign for fish.
After several years of fish watching, I still get up in the morning, take my vitamins and turn to feed fish that aren't there anymore. Old habits die hard.. as do apparently small fish.
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