Post by FishQueen on Aug 17, 2003 18:59:19 GMT -5
Trumpet
Late April, 2003-August 17, 2003
Trumpet, I loved you even though I didn't think you really liked me. I loved watching you flare at Tovi. I loved watching you attack your food. I loved watching you "sit" with about half your anal fin on the rock and stare at the filter intake. I loved [glow=red,2,300]YOU![/glow]
When Tovi died, I thought you were still going to live a long life, despite my fear that you would also get sick. Then the day after Tovi died, you got ich. Then stopped eating. Then got bloated. We never really did figure out what had happened to you. And for three nights I worried that I would wake up to a dead fish. Then today, you made a big step towards recovery. You pooped... I was so happy!
But for some reason, I just kept putting off the afternoon water change until 20 minutes ago. I tried netting you, but you wouldn't swim so I could net you from the bottom. So I decided to take you out with my hand. I place you in the tank and you immediately sank to the bottom. I got more water from the tank for your bowl... and all the while I was thinking "Oh crap, he can't be dead". And you weren't. I scooped you up with my hand, but you were paling fast. I held you in my palm right above the surface so you could breathe easily. Telling him, "Trumpet, don't die. Please!", tears spilled down my face... I never realized how much I love him... no matter how much he doesn't seem to like me. For a minute you just laid there, taking gulps from the surface and nipping my hand as if to say, "Hey, I'm still here!" You took one last gulp and didn't nip me for a while. I lifted you out of the water and you didn't squirm... You had passed.
The only thing I could have wished for was to be with Trumpet when he passed. I never dreamed I would be holding him.
[glow=red,2,300]REST IN PEACE, TRUMPET! I LOVE YOU[/glow]
Late April, 2003-August 17, 2003
Trumpet, I loved you even though I didn't think you really liked me. I loved watching you flare at Tovi. I loved watching you attack your food. I loved watching you "sit" with about half your anal fin on the rock and stare at the filter intake. I loved [glow=red,2,300]YOU![/glow]
When Tovi died, I thought you were still going to live a long life, despite my fear that you would also get sick. Then the day after Tovi died, you got ich. Then stopped eating. Then got bloated. We never really did figure out what had happened to you. And for three nights I worried that I would wake up to a dead fish. Then today, you made a big step towards recovery. You pooped... I was so happy!
But for some reason, I just kept putting off the afternoon water change until 20 minutes ago. I tried netting you, but you wouldn't swim so I could net you from the bottom. So I decided to take you out with my hand. I place you in the tank and you immediately sank to the bottom. I got more water from the tank for your bowl... and all the while I was thinking "Oh crap, he can't be dead". And you weren't. I scooped you up with my hand, but you were paling fast. I held you in my palm right above the surface so you could breathe easily. Telling him, "Trumpet, don't die. Please!", tears spilled down my face... I never realized how much I love him... no matter how much he doesn't seem to like me. For a minute you just laid there, taking gulps from the surface and nipping my hand as if to say, "Hey, I'm still here!" You took one last gulp and didn't nip me for a while. I lifted you out of the water and you didn't squirm... You had passed.
The only thing I could have wished for was to be with Trumpet when he passed. I never dreamed I would be holding him. [glow=red,2,300]REST IN PEACE, TRUMPET! I LOVE YOU[/glow]
