A few years back, we used to have a fish tank. Two actually.
A cold water tank with goldfish and a tropical tank which we actually inherited from Hubby Dearest’s cousins.
It was so soothing to sit and watch them swimming around, but slowly, the work of looking after two tanks, a furbaby and the family took its toll.
The goldfish died and I secreted the tank in the shed.
The tropical tank became like a ghost tank, as, rather than replace each tragedy that was inevitable in fish tanks, we let it run down until it was finally empty…
But we missed the fish.
Hubby Dearest would love to get his parents more involved in looking after Sonu Singh or even getting a cat or dog themselves, but they are so not interested!
So one day he picked up the old goldfish tank, and set it up in their house, complete with two ornamental goldfish. One white and one golden.
Mum in Law was not best pleased, but she took to the looking after routine and was happy to have something little to look after, and the kids loved to feed the fish and watch them swimming around.
They have never been given names, though!
Today, it struck me how much Mum actually loves those fish.
We spent the evening with them, and after a time mum asked me to check the fish. The big one, the white one, was spending increasing time laying at the bottom of the tank, and the gold one would apparently go and check on it after a while, sometimes even laying on it.
I hate to say it but it looks like time is running out for Big White… It looks like old age, and possibly too much food has finally caught up with him…
When we first got him, he would chase the other fish, and eat all the food before Goldy got a chance. Now, three years later, that same Goldy is checking up on his old friend…
It seems to me that we will have to find a replacement for Big White… Mum is so concerned, it is touching to see.
But I don’t think that she has been convinced to get another baby of the four-legged furry kind!
Error
This video doesn’t exist
