RIP Jackson
(This is the best pic we have of him as he was a teeny baby when we got him)
One of our goldfish sadly died yesterday, we had been expecting it so it wasn’t a shock but it was still a sad moment.
We held a very touching toilet burial ceremony for Jackson which involved us saying a few words to thank him for the contribution he made to our fishy community and to send him to the big blue sea in the sky.
We grieved for an hour or so and then headed off to the Pet shop to replace him (as you do) and ended up buying two because the kids couldn’t decide on which one to get. Master Frugal chose one who he called Ninja as soon as he saw him as he had a marking on his head that looked like a mask and Miss Frugal chose a cute (as cute as fish can be) small one which was christened Sugar Pinky before the lady had scooped her out into the plastic bag for us.
So, we have two fish in a plastic bag inside a brown bag which Miss Frugal carefully nursed all the way home.
When we got home, Miss Frugal carefully carried the fish to the tank and took the brown paper bag off them while the rest of us brought the shopping in from the car. Seconds later, she came running back out to tell us that she couldn’t find Sugar Pinky!
I looked at her and said (in a sarcastic voice) that she couldn’t have looked very hard because it wasn’t like she could have escaped from a small plastic bag.
And then we saw it – Angel Pinky’s tale sticking out of Ninja’s mouth!
Naught Ninja!
The little bugger was eating her. We jiggled the bag and Ninja gave up his lunch and Sugar Pinky was free again to rather slowly swim away from him. But he was clearly still hungry and he had her back in his mouth before we reached the tank!
Another shake of the bag freed Sugar Pinky again but this time she didn’t move.
Bad Ninja!
We left her a while in case she was just stunned and sure enough, she did start moving again albeit very slowly, only on her side and only in a circle! It seems that Ninja had eaten one of her fins and she was also an eye missing!
Super Bad Ninja!
Again we left her in case she recovered (and because I didn’t know what else to do) but she didn’t so we’ve had to hold a second funeral.
I know you’re supposed to eat fish on Good Friday but this is ridiculous!
PS I’d like to say that no fish were hurt in the making of this story but unfortunately for poor Sugar Pinky, this would be a lie.
