Aww, I'm sorry. When I was little, I had a fish named Spotty for 3 years. It died around Thanksgiving when I was six or something, and instead of letting me bury him in a big matchbox in the backyard, my mom flushed it down the toilet!
Death, when concering aquatic creatures, hits me very hard. Once we had fish at school and then someone put soap in the fish tank. This created many bubbles, and instantly killed the fish. It was a mezmerizing sight, all those bubbles. We froze the fish for a few days while we arranged for a proper memorial, then gathered the entire school in the backyard and buried the fish in a Chef Boyardee container. And that is my fish story. :-D
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