iggy rip

iggy was my fishy. My pet. I got him as a present from the flower boy in June and he croacked on me this week. I know I shouldnt be upset or shouldnt have cried about it but this sucks... he was my pet. 100% mine. My responsibility and I failed him. It was just so f'ed up. He had been lethargic for a few days... so I got him a water heater. Not the issue it turned out. A few days passed, I came home, he looked sick. I looked online and finally recognized what he had, I went to the store and bought him the antibiotics. I got home, and he was belly up dead on me...
yet another sign that i probably should never have kids...
pree