Well, our little fishy Dr. Klaus didn’t make it. He was looking a bit sick the past two days, and this morning we woke up to the bad news, our poor fish belly-up, wedged underneath the big seashell in the tank.
He was one of the original three, my Valentine’s fish from last year. Some of the first moments of pure happiness I’d had after my first miscarriage. The end of an era.
Bluecifer and Suki seem to be all right, though, knock on wood. Guess Klausi was ready to go visit Brainy and Rusty in fish heaven. We’ll miss you, little buddy.