We stopped into our favorite local coffee shop this morning. And I got my double espresso macchiatto served up in the cup we prefer above all the others. We refer to it as the perfect sad fishy cup.
And it reminded me. We haven't told our sad fishy story yet.
You see, for Christmas, we gave our two pet fish [Clementine Bubbler + Finnegan Dasher] a cleaning fish, remember? All was going well, for a handful of hours. And then it wasn't. Initially, Clemmie and Finn seemed to be bullying the new guy. Fish are a surprising emotional roller coaster – it was tragic to watch. But, as it turns out our sucker fish had some kind of YUCK, and he pretty much moped around the back of the tank for his first day, before we realized that he wasn't actually cleaning the filter's water intake vents, he was being pulled to them because he was lifeless. We were so sad, here it is Christmas Eve, and our Christmas present to our fish just died.
It seemed like even Clemmie and Finn were sad about it, they hung out together disconcertingly close to the bottom of the tank commiserating. Or so we thought. Only they continued to stay too close to the rocks for comfort–like hovering–and they all but stopped swimming their friendly competitive laps around the tank. Turns out they weren't sad about Christmas, they were sick. VERY SICK. We tried treating it, we immediately changed out the filter, and even refreshed their water.
And they just got worse. Visually and emotionally traumatic degradation. We watching them slowly become lifeless. Just terrible. New Years Day we lost Clementine. The very next, poor Finnegan followed.
So Team Craun is taking a little reprieve from pets, and from the cinematic heart ache of life and death. And honestly, as much as I miss watching them swim around their tank happily, it's nice to have a little break from all the worry and stress that these little lives also brought with them.
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