My roommates and I are reviewing the last week in hopes of figuring out how we messed-up in taking care of our fish, granted they were won at a carnival. Blacherd was always kind of sickly. He swam and played with Orangrid in their Starbucks cup with ease.
When we got home, we set aside water, added the drops to neutralize the chemicals in the water. After 24 hours we gradually added water back from the cup to the bowl before adding the fish. After three or four days Blacherd stopped eating in part because Orangrid blocked him from the food often pushing him away, and partly because he chose not to, it seemed. Blacherd would often look out the sides of the bowl. He thought him a little narcissistic or depressed. He died last Friday.
Orangrid continued to thrive eating like a prince and swimming gingerly. We worried how being all alone would effect him. After watching the cartoon, Nemo, we wondered if fish really do go crazy. He didn't seem to be phased. We knew we had to change his water, so we prepared, switched it, and re-added Orangrid back to his bowl. The little guy was doing swell. Last night he died. We are all kind of scratching our heads and wondering what happened.
Conclusion: As easy as it seems to raise goldfish, our hats are off to those of you who can do it.
RIP
Blacherd & Orangrid
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