I've been a bit concerned with Fishy Fishy's health. He / she (?) keeps coming to the surface of the tank and seemingly taking big gulps of air. This has forced me to do some research into caring for goldfish. Sake.
It seems like he/she, He, is suffocating, so I was encouraged to buy oxygenating weed for the tank. Of course, by heading out to a pet shop to buy this stuff, we were always going to end up coming home with a pal for Fishy Fishy.
And here's the two of them at play together:
As I write this post rather retrospectively, I have a huge admission to make: I can't actually remember what William called number 2. This fact probably goes a long way to highlight the length of time Fishy Fishy's pal lasted with us. Days would be a stretch. It would probably be easier to measure it in hours. I have no idea what was going on, but the tank was only lasting about 2 days before it started to stink and need cleaned. I don't know if the opening at the top just wasn't allowing enough oxygen into the water, but No 2 died, and Fishy Fishy didn't actually last much longer after him. No points to us for small animal welfare. At least William wasn't heartbroken with his first experience of death. Merry Christmas.
Lorna ;-)
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