tonight,
i found my fish, Plextor Nevin, had passed away.
i went to feed him and he didn't come to the surface when i dropped the food in...
he had died.
About a year and a half ago, i saved Plextor from a Poland Spring bottle in the back of my friends car. i brought him into a hotel and kept him in an icebucket until it was time to drive him home.
Plextor had a class act tank with coral and everything. One day when I was cleaning his tank, i was dumping his old water into the toilet to empty it out a bit so i could fish him out - and he JUMPED into the freaking toilet. No one could use that bathroom for 2 days because i had to devise a way to get him out because that little fucker kept hiding. i had to LADEL alllll of the water out of the toilet to get him to a point i could grab him... but all was well. he lived to tell the tale.
Plextor was a good fish, and a good friend. I liked having him here in my room and just chillllllin all day. I am the biggest lover of animals, and when i found him - i lost it. Hysterically crying, a mess. His life mattered to me - as all animal lives do.
PLEXTOR - you were the shit. and you will be missed.
SWIM ON TO FISHY HEAVEN, BRO - I will catch you on the flip side.
<3
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