Tonight I flushed my first fish. Speedo, the Tetra who just two weeks ago we bought a friend for, has passed. Speedo had always been a little strange. His beady little black eyes always had a look of panic about them and he spend most of his time hiding behind the pump in the right rear corner of his tank. If truth be told, he was my least favorite fish. He was, however, Carter’s favorite and he took the news of Speedo’s illness hard.
Speedo had been acting stranger than his usual self all day. He would lie on the bottom of the tank and make awful frantic gasping faces. It was horrible to watch and nothing I did made him stop. A friend of mine who has more experience than I in fish ownership, looked him over and told me that she was pretty sure his time was up. I debated leaving him to die of natural causes but I worried that he may be suffering.
When the boys and I finally got home from the typical school and swim lessons of a Tuesday night I told them that Speedo was sick. Cody wanted to take him to a fish doctor. Carter actually started to cry. They both agreed that Speedo did not look well. I gave them the option of saying goodbye and watching me flush him or having me flush him after they went to bed. They wanted to watch. Of course. After dinner there were pajamas and teeth and stories and they forgot about Speedo. I forgot about Speedo too until right before they went to bed. I did not remind them and after they were tucked away in bed, I flushed. I hope they forgive me in the morning.
We once again have one Tetra fish (and one Betta fish, as Finn still lives happily on in his own little fish bowl.) My research showed that they do better with a friend or two. So now I suppose I shall have to go back to the local pet store and buy a friend for Blub. I see this as being a vicious cycle; two Tetra fish, one dies, buy another, repeat entire process. The only way I see to get out of this is if the fish agree to a murder/suicide pact. What are the odds I would be so lucky?