It sucks to have to admit this, but I am a bad fish mom.
My 40 gallon tank (which was left to me when my friends moved to New York) was in great condition for more than a year until recently when some sort of bacterial or fungal infection started running rampant through the tank. Despite (literally) hundreds of dollars on medication, they’re still dying. Today, I had to flush one of my feeder fishies down the toilet because he was getting all poofy. That’s not supposed to happen.
Some people seem to think that fish are disposable pets. But when you’ve spent more than a grand on fish, fish food, fish supplies, fish medicine, fish plants/furniture, not to mention the several froggies that have died… they don’t really feel that disposable.
Maybe it’s just me, but I get emotionally attached to some of my fish & have even named some of them. One of them (still alive and flipping) is a white molly that I brought home from Petco a while ago. What I did not notice (until after I brought him home) was that he only had one eye. I was initially grossed out by the fact that there was no little fish eye in the socket, and I almost took him back to the store. But I was convinced that if I took him back, they’d just let him die because no one would want to buy a one-eyed fish on purpose. So we “rescued him and we named him Jack, for one-eyed Jack.
I got especially attached to my frogs (all of whom had names, all of whom are now dead). My favorite frog was Gil (no relation to Wil’s evil twin brother), an African Dwarf Frog. He lasted almost a year and then one day stopped swimming. I cried that day, no joke.
The people at Petco, though nice, don’t know much about fish. I used to think I was a good fish mom, but until I figure out why my fish are all dying, I can only say that I am a bad fish mom.
Send good wishes for my fishes!
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