When I came downstairs this morning, the carrot-fish's gills had stopped moving, his colour was pale and dull and he had parked finally with his nose wedged in a corner of the tank.
I'm just about to remove him and give him a decent burial in a plant pot so when he decomposes he can feed a plant.
I cried yesterday morning because he was so ill. SIlly, isn't it, to cry about a fish?
I have a friend, Mykaell, who says that when he peels onions he really cries properly, because the onion-induced effect of crying reminds him of all the sadness he feels.
The worst thing is feeling unhappy and being unable to cry.
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