It's been a weird week for me. I had to euthanise my goldfish, he'd been ill for a while now and nothing I tried helped. I spent a truly eye-watering amount of money on medications and things for the tank, tried to restart the nitrogen cycle but the poor little fella's system just couldn't take it.
When I was in my first year of secondary school we were given a couple of goldfish to look after for a week as part of a biology class. 18 years later... I still had mine. They lived in a tank at my parents' house; every few weeks I'd pop down and give the tank a clean, and it worked out pretty well. Until last year, when one of them died . The other fell ill soon afterwards - maybe he was pining for his tankmate?
Anyway. Considering that they were probably feeder goldfish, Elvis and Marilyn had a pretty damn good innings. And I think I did everything I could to keep Elvis alive, but in the end it was a case of watching him suffer or putting him to sleep. But it was very wrenching having to euthanise Elvis - like cutting off the last tie to my childhood in many ways. I feel rather bereft.
When I was in my first year of secondary school we were given a couple of goldfish to look after for a week as part of a biology class. 18 years later... I still had mine. They lived in a tank at my parents' house; every few weeks I'd pop down and give the tank a clean, and it worked out pretty well. Until last year, when one of them died . The other fell ill soon afterwards - maybe he was pining for his tankmate?
Anyway. Considering that they were probably feeder goldfish, Elvis and Marilyn had a pretty damn good innings. And I think I did everything I could to keep Elvis alive, but in the end it was a case of watching him suffer or putting him to sleep. But it was very wrenching having to euthanise Elvis - like cutting off the last tie to my childhood in many ways. I feel rather bereft.