A watery tale
In addition to photo’s I have a little story.
My wife got our daughter a fish last week. One of those beta samurai fighting type fish. My daughter named it Mack and would run over to the tank and say “Fish! Daddy fish! Mack!” Three days later it was dead. It some how contracted a body rot type disease which ate it’s tail and some of it’s body for it died. A guy at the pet store told us this take normally takes about a month for this to happen once the fish gets sick and is treatable if caught early enough. I’m guessing it was sick when we got him.
Now I’m sure most normal people would just flush it and move on. Not me. See, I had to put down my first dog only a year and bit ago. She was suffering from invertible disk disease and was in horrible horrible pain. I was awful to watch and even worse to lose her. To this day I still miss her. Because of this incident I became a changed person. I can no longer cause harm to another creature of any kind. I can’t even swat a fly or kill a spider. I have to get a broom and swoosh and sweep it out of the house so it can continue to live it’s buggie life. I mourn the loss of all creatures now.
My wife told me over MSN Messenger that Mack had died in the night. As silly as it sounds I was very sad. My daughters first pet had just died. That night I went home and held a little memoriam for the fish we had for three days as I buried him in our backyard. I can’t put my life above or below this fish. He is no more important then me and I expressed this as I said goodbye.
Am I strange?
We got her some more fish. Just some feeder fish. One of them died as well. Just from the stress of moving to a new tank. I guess fish can’t handle such things very well. Once again I buried the fish and once again I said a small goodbye to the fish. I’m sure I’ll do it for the rest of them when they eventually pass too. It's hard though when my daughter runs to the tank now and says "Daddy, Mack?" and my wife and I have to tell her that Mack isn't here any more. It just breaks my heart.
I view life very differently now that my Pheobe girl is gone.
Thanks Pheebs
My wife got our daughter a fish last week. One of those beta samurai fighting type fish. My daughter named it Mack and would run over to the tank and say “Fish! Daddy fish! Mack!” Three days later it was dead. It some how contracted a body rot type disease which ate it’s tail and some of it’s body for it died. A guy at the pet store told us this take normally takes about a month for this to happen once the fish gets sick and is treatable if caught early enough. I’m guessing it was sick when we got him.
Now I’m sure most normal people would just flush it and move on. Not me. See, I had to put down my first dog only a year and bit ago. She was suffering from invertible disk disease and was in horrible horrible pain. I was awful to watch and even worse to lose her. To this day I still miss her. Because of this incident I became a changed person. I can no longer cause harm to another creature of any kind. I can’t even swat a fly or kill a spider. I have to get a broom and swoosh and sweep it out of the house so it can continue to live it’s buggie life. I mourn the loss of all creatures now.
My wife told me over MSN Messenger that Mack had died in the night. As silly as it sounds I was very sad. My daughters first pet had just died. That night I went home and held a little memoriam for the fish we had for three days as I buried him in our backyard. I can’t put my life above or below this fish. He is no more important then me and I expressed this as I said goodbye.
Am I strange?
We got her some more fish. Just some feeder fish. One of them died as well. Just from the stress of moving to a new tank. I guess fish can’t handle such things very well. Once again I buried the fish and once again I said a small goodbye to the fish. I’m sure I’ll do it for the rest of them when they eventually pass too. It's hard though when my daughter runs to the tank now and says "Daddy, Mack?" and my wife and I have to tell her that Mack isn't here any more. It just breaks my heart.
I view life very differently now that my Pheobe girl is gone.
Thanks Pheebs
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