Oh, sad, sad, sad times. My poor little fish, Garbagumpshoe (aka Wanda), has sadly passed on.
Last night Luke and I were up watching television and I walked in the kitchen to find poor Garba swimming on his back...he'd then flip back over and swim down vertically and then slowly float on his back again (he wasn't dead at this point, btw). Obviously concerned, Luke (who has grown quite fond of the fish) put Garba into his own bowl, so as not to disturb our other fish, Gretagumpshoe (aka Emilio Jr.) with his dying. We stayed up way too long, watching poor Garba suffer and we left him floating on his side, trying to breath, but hanging in there. Upon waking, I immediately woke Luke up to go check on him. I would have done it myself, but I think dead fish are pretty gross and kind of really creepy.
And guess what?! He was still alive! But just barely. He was lying at the bottom, just kinda breathing and hanging on. We flushed him out of his misery. And now Big ol' Gretagumpshoe is alone. I almost want to blame him for Garbagumpshoe's death. Greta's huge and ate all of his food.
I had him for OVER 2 years!... and good memories are now all that is left to remember him by.... remember the one time when he jumped out of the net one time when I was trying to clean his water and Mark had to come over and rescue BOTH of them after they flopped under the oven and were with out water for about 5 minutes because I was too scared to touch them? Whoops. Good times. Good times.
Garbagumpshoe. May you rest in peace. You crazy little fish, you.
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