My poor little fighter fish has passed away. I don’t know exactly when. He just lay there at the bottom of his tank without moving for days on end. Even when I thought he may actually be dead, I pretended he wasn’t. I hoped in the morning he would be back to his old irritated self, smashing into the side of the tank whenever he saw me approaching. Nope, he never got his fighting spirit back. Rex is gone now.
But even after I knew he was dead, I couldn’t bear the thought of throwing him away so I just let him ‘sleep’ for a few more days until I couldn’t take it anymore. I finally threw the poor thing out this morning.
Plants die in my care. Rex is the only living thing I’ve had for so long, with the exception of a bird or two when I was a kid. We as a family took care of the birds. I was the only one caring for Rex. When I moved back from Chicago and into an apartment, I knew I wanted a fish. Rex was with me since the Fall of 2004. Two and a half years is a long time to be with someone. I’m pretty bummed.
Bummed enough to go to the animal shelter. The thought of adopting a dog has been in the back of my head for quite some time now. I’ve got some barriers I’ll need to conquer. I live in a small place which doesn’t seem to be conducive for owning a dog. I’m kinda lazy and can’t imagine walking a dog EVERYDAY. I kill plants and fish…how am I going to take care of a dog?