Remember Goldie? I had higher hopes for this fish. It seemed to be more robust than other goldfish. It had a lot of energy and really ejoyed eating. Saturday night I noticed that it's desire for food was diminishing and wasn't surprised to find it gone on Sunday. Jemma buried it in the backyard, the grave marked by this stick. A few days later she wondered if we should have called the fish doctor.
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Poor Goldie, he/she was a good fish. I loved the way he/she would swim around making little kissing faces all day long. He/she will be missed.
Next time...I swear I'm not making this up...try feeding the little guy some peas. Like, just squish out the insides of a couple of cooked peas into the water and see if it helps.
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