My Gulper just died. My baby. Of all my fish, my hands down favorite. The first to eat out of my hands. The one who would sit on my palm and let me scratch him. The only one who would come when I entered the room. The one with the biggest smile, the biggest belly, and the biggest place in my heart. Yesterday he was a hungry, 8" piggy. This morning he was light brown, hardly swimming, two sores on his head. He was shaking, going into seizures, twitching. Mouth gasping for air. I gave him the cleanest, warmest water. I gave him salt. I gave him all I could...all I had. Now, well, he's gone. I don't even know what to say. I definitely don't know what to do. I feel sick, nauseous. Makes me want to cry. Makes me want to scream. Makes me want to throw all my other fish in the canal...makes me want to leave the hobby...
Here's to you little buddy. The best fish a man could ask for. Here's to you...


Here's to you little buddy. The best fish a man could ask for. Here's to you...



