When I got my aquarium, I had determined I would buy small fish by the dozens. Small, pretty much indistinguishable from each other. Never big fish, nothing ever that will be missed straightaway.
I stuck to my guns to more than a year, and then gave in.
I just had to have some angels, and the day before I got two pairs of them, all silver and pearl and snow, swimming around like quaint little fairies. Since they’re usually picky eaters, I was not unduly worried when only one of them made for the multi-colred flakes when I fed them at night.
I had an excellent writing session while sitting across the room watching them play about yesterday.Today morning, I fished out two of them, lying still and white on their sides in the corner of the aquarium. No disease, no nothing. Just dead. Perhaps it was the stress of water change, wrong temperature, I’ll never know. A third seems to be gulping too much. I’m resigned–if it survives tonight, it’ll be a miracle.
So I’ll be left with one lone white angel (if that).
Maybe that is all I deserve. One angel per person sounds about right. Not.
You know what I love about this? I didn’t know you had an aquarium. This image fills you out for me a bit more.
Kate…thanks for dropping by, and no I have not been writing about my aquarium.Maybe I’ll write about it today, and you’ll know why….
Fish are very delicate pets. You shouldn’t blame yourself.
A terrible thing to happen anytime but harder when you are already hurting.
And one angel is good.
Thanks, Annie. The third one, unsurprisingly, went to fish skies. The last one is still swimming about, so there is hope.
I’m sorry nothing’s been easy for you lately, Damyanti. You have my prayers, my thoughts and my friendship over the miles if you need them.
Thanks Darc, and yea, it still counts over the miles….