My fish named Wanda passed away on Saturday.
She was a simple fish with big fins and bigger dreams.
A few months ago I wanted a fishtank and with some help from my mother (since I don't drive) I pulled it off.
Five feeders, tons of living plants. Everything was great for months.
Then on Wednesday it all went to shit.
I woke up to Wanda laying on her side on the substrate. She was swimming in corkscrews when she would swim.
So I have a spare tank but it needed some work. So new water and conditioning and all that. Thursday morning I put wanda in the new tank and in about five minutes she was swimming great.
I was confused so I ride my bike to get the water in both tanks tested. Both appear fine.
So I go up to my sisters house a 120 miles away to watch her kids. Wanda was in the spare tank and my mom was going to watch my fish.
Saturday morning I get a email that Wanda passed.
My mom buried her in the flowerbed. I feel like a failure.