Today I have lost two of my best friends. I am devastated. My sister knocked on my door and woke me up. She went to the kitchen to get some water since it's early and she usually can't sleep well, and when she knocked she immediately came in to hug me. And I didn't know why. I asked if she had a nightmare, she said no. I asked what's wrong, and she stayed silent. My heart sank. I had my baby Koi girl Clementine in a quarantine tank, because she was sick. She had been sick for two days, and I had no idea why. Yesterday my friend had sent me a bit of money to help me get medicine for her, and I was going to go out today to get it. That was before my sister grabbed my hand and brought me to the tank, and that's when I saw Clem. Right there, on the bottom, unmoving. I freaked out. I ran back to my room, stumbled over my bedframe and nearly fell face first into my dresser. I clamored back up and checked on Felipe, my little man. My birthday fish. I got him on my birthday this year, in July. He was my everything. Here, in a new state, In my most loneliest moments, he came with me from Florida on this move and had comforted me. Id put my finger on the glass and he'd sassily chase it. Id feed him his bloodworms and Daphnea, and his brine shrimp. He loved it and learned to eat from me. He listened to my rants. He swam to and fro in his little tree. He rested on the anubias plant I had for him, which he loved. He was my everything, and now he's gone. I can't even begin to express how fn badly I am hurting right now. Breaking down in front of my sister absolutely sobbing. It isn't pretty. I have him, now, on my garden shovel, him and Clem both. I have a special place in the garden bed that I'm going to bury them at. I know this sounds really messed up but I pet him. Very softly. The first time I could only for the worst reason ever possible. My sweet girl, Clementine. She was so beautiful. So sweet. She loved to flare at me for no reason. She loved the dwarf grass I had for her, she'd brush herself all in it and happily went under the fake bridge in her ten gallon. She loved it. She was always so eager for her blood worms. They were her favorite. I am officially hanging my hat from this hobby. I can't mentally do this again. I tried so hard and spent so much time, energy, effort, love, money. And he's gone. She's gone. I can't help but blame myself. It was a rocky start, in a normal fishbowl, to in two months spending over 400$ to get him and her wverything they needed, and a whole home for him and her in separate tanks. But they're gone. And there's nothing I can do to get them back. Fly high, my sweet little angels. You were so tiny but somehow such a big part of my life in really dark moments for me.
*Goodbye*
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