Last saturday morning, I woke up and found my thai fighting fish (affectionately known as Fish or Fishy by me and my nieces), lying on its side at the bottom of its little glass receptacle -- dead. Cause of death -- unknown.
I've had Fishy (it isn't a very imaginative name, I know) in my life for close to seven or eight months now and thus, looking at that spot on my bureau where Fishy used to be, will never be the same again. Actually, I knew there was something wrong with Fishy when he started to swim abit funny eversince a couple of weeks ago... but I thought it would pass. Unfortunately, I was wrong.
Well, I don't think I will be getting a new pet anytime soon for I've realised that I'm not much good at taking care of animals. Come to think of it, fighting fish are supposed to be a hardy and easy to maintain fish species but still, Fishy died on me. I'm utterly hopeless, I tell you. How ironic that there used to be a time when I wanted to work as a zookeeper (or something like that)~!! LOL
