Our Siamese fighting fish finally died yesterday. He lived out his expected lifespan. I got quite attached to that fish. I knew he was in his last days since he always sat on the bottom of his tank and only went up to get food. It got to the point that he didn’t even know that we put food in there so we’d have to keep repeatedly motioning that we put food in. He couldn’t even chomp down his food on the first attempts since his aim was off. Poor fishy. He was the fish that I never named since all the other fish that Caroline named ended up dying. I thought she was cursed or something… she named a fish and the fish would die within the next week. Must have gone through quite a few of them like that… there was Friedrich, Bruno, and two other red ones. No more buying fish now though, since we have the hamster to worry about.