I killed my fish.
I feel really, really bad about it.
I didn't do it on purpose, of course. These are the fish that I had in my fairy/pirate pond. They were feeder fish that I paid $0.59 for a year and a half ago. I bough 6 originally, and lost one that first summer. I pulled them inside and put them in our fish tank over the winter. I took really good care of them, and when the weather started to turn nice again, I moved them back outside into the new and improved pond. Adam dug up the pond again this year, and the fish got pulled out again and lived in a bucket for a couple of days. The fish had gotten bigger and brighter over the winter, in their protected little area, so I was worried about them in the pond through the summer. Birds would come in alot and try and fish for them. It would be days before I would see all of them together, so I was constantly thinking that I had lost one or 2 to a crafty fisherman. But they made it through. Whole, brightly orange.
I meant to pull them out about 2 weeks ago. I got busy. I got distracted. I went on vacation.
Basically, I forgot. And then it got cold.
Today, my dad told me he had fished 2 of them out the other day and they were both dead. My heart dropped. I ran out right away and started fishing through the leaves and detritus for them. I found them. All of them.
They were huge. They were looking very healthy, if you could ignore the fact that they were dead.
I feel like a horrible human being. Yes, they were just fish. But they were my fish. They were my responsibility and I let them down.
I am trying not to be melodramatic about it. But it has been bothering me for the last couple of hours.
I will get new fish, maybe over the winter. They make me happy and it gives me a purpose to have them to look after. But I am gonna miss my fishies.
Rosie N. Grey
The N stand for "no excuse".