December 18, 2006 03:14 PM
Fishy, Fishy
We have a fish tank, where about ten fishies live happily and peacefully. Actually, we had a fish tank where they lived happily. They have all gone to fish heaven, and it's just such a shame.
I should explain that we loved and cared for those fish, at least my husband and son did, and we really did the best we could. But a few days ago, when my husband woke up to feed them, he was greeted with an odd site: a long, vertical crack front the top of the tank to the bottom. More than 20 gallons of water had leaked out onto our living room floor (hardwood with a large area rug in the middle). In the bottom of the tank, all the fish were clinging to life, living in the few inches of water that had not yet spilled out.
We tried to save them, really, we did. We transferred them to a temporary home (a large bucket filled with water) while we attempted to clean up the mess. But by afternoon, all but one fish had died. By the next morning, the lone survivor of the fish massacre was dead too.
We have no idea how the tank cracked. It looked like some sort of stress crack, and everything was just fine the night before when they were fed. But, these things happen in life. One moment, you're just swimming along through life, enjoying the view, eating your food, hanging out with your buddies. And the next, it's all taken away. Poor fishies. May they rest in peace.
Comments
Oh, how horrible! My step-dad used to have an enormous fish tank. Eventually some sort of bacteria was introduced to the environment and the fish, one by one, succumbed. It was so sad! They were quite friendly, for fish.
Posted by: Heather at January 31, 2007 12:55 AM
