It's surprisingly difficult to watch a little living thing (even if it's only the size of half my pinky finger) struggle and die slowly.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
R.I.P., oh short-lived pet.
I put Hobbes out of his misery last night. Every time I looked over he was spinning more and more wildly with the current from the bubbler until he'd struggle again to briefly right himself. Finally he came to a gulping rest stuck in the fake plant. I couldn't take it anymore, so I flushed him.
It's surprisingly difficult to watch a little living thing (even if it's only the size of half my pinky finger) struggle and die slowly.
It's surprisingly difficult to watch a little living thing (even if it's only the size of half my pinky finger) struggle and die slowly.
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This was one of the saddest things I read today. I was worried about Hobbes after hearing about his sad state last night. In light of his passing I observed a moment of silence in remembrance of him.
Hobbes, you will be missed.
Sorry you lost your pets Ms. Amy.
Man, sorry to hear that. Poor fishies.
Man, I kinda feel like crying after hearing about your traumatic fishy experiences. I'm so sorry they died, and so young!
Your struggles with keeping fish alive sounds remarkably similar to my struggles with keeping plants alive. Last summer I had at least 15 different plants growing in pots inside and outside, and now the only thing still alive is the impossible-to-kill Aloe Vera plant. Seriously, I've ignored it for months at a time and it won't die!
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