Have you read my old post? Ok, read on.
When we left for our trip to Estes Park, Tiki was jerking around a lot and his coloring was a bit off. I wondered if he would be ok, but we had to leave. I didn't even look at him until mid-afternoon yesterday (shows how much I took care of him!) and found him at the bottom of the bowl. He basically had lost all of his bright blue color and was mostly white. He didn't move. At all.
Here's the thing though. I actually wasn't sad at all. I high-fived Jake because that meant that I didn't have to clean his bowl again, which I hadn't done in much too long. I seriously had stopped taking good care of him because I was sick of having him, so it's nice that I don't need to half-hearted take care of him anymore. I know it sounds awful, but I'm really glad to not have a fish anymore.
Anyway, I'm kind of happy. The end.
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