He taught me so much about fish keeping, and life.
Every time someone unknowing would come and see you, and get amazed that goldfish could be so big and beautiful, I always felt so proud to have you in my life. You showed a lot of people what a Goldfish really can be when taken proper care of. Thanks to you, many people understand that a Goldfish is not “just” a goldfish.
Every Morning, I would leave my bedroom excitedly, to come and see him, and he was always just as happy to see me. He was exceptionally comfortable with my hands… It was so amazing to me. You felt human to me. Your personality was so undeniably there.
You saw me through everything. You were there when I had my manic depression fits, and panic attacks, to keep me calm. You were there through all my trips, to amaze us, and get us thinking about all the beautiful life on this planet. You were there to enjoy my evenings with me, while you watched me hit the bong, and sing Patsy Cline tunes. I always liked to think you enjoyed my horrible singing. Ever since I read that fish like music, I tried my best to show you all my favorite songs.
I’m so sorry Dropsy took you, man.
I only hope that your amazing fucking fish soul is out there, somewhere, jammin’ out to some Hendrix with the rest of the departed fish of this world, or some shit…
Swim in Peace.
So sorry for your loss :(
Oh no :( I’m so sorry!