Sorry for your loss
FINWIN
. That is a blow indeed. Brick was some fish for sure.
Some hobbyists keep that "distance" from their fish. They don't give them names and overly fuss over them. I can understand that completely.
I can also understand the flip side where you get a real attachment to a fish, especially the more personable ones. The downside of that of course is when things go south because it hits you hard.
Keep your chin up.
Thanks. I've always had a way of connecting with animals of all types, and my family used to comment on it all the time. I'm not an anthromorphic screwball like the furry fanatics who have dogs/cats/sheep/whatever in clothes, in the bed and all over the furniture, not to mention food surfaces like countertops and tables. As far as fish go I figure you get what you give as a keeper. If you think of fish as background decorations, that's what they'll be. If you consider them scientific curiosities, they'll just be species in a tank. If you interact and observe you will find behaviors that blow up preconceived notions.
The more you pay attention the more you learn and discover. Some fish aren't interactive and that's fine...I'm busy. Ten tanks of fish demanding attention/interaction would drive me nuts. So you have 'quiet' tanks to mix with the 'wild' ones. Unfortunately I don't have any quiet tanks...maybe that's the way to go for a while.
Some people may think I'm around the fish tanks a lot...not really. My office is downstairs so I'll do a series of quick hit visits. If I'm cleaning or doing water changes yeah I'm around for a period of time. Bp Boss has stayed in his log watching the pit now. I'll have to get him new buddies...the 225 looks empty now. Red rainbow Salt and hrp Buddy hang around him now. Boss runs the tank.
When I write captions I don't humanize: I simply report my interpretation of what's going on. The fish are the actors.
One of the fun things about intelligent fish is you develop cues: for instance, when Brick wanted to play ball he would watch me, look up at his ball then go up and punch it. That was my cue to play. On days when I was too busy to visit the fishroom he would hurl his ball out of the tank or splash to get my attention. Or if I was late from work with the chow I got puffed at. They could feel my vibrations and voice so they always knew when I was downstairs. I would walk past the fishroom and just wave.
Some sleep and a few days will have me in a better state.
One last thing: The bulging belly/lump thing in oscars? Nobody seems to have an explanation. A few cases are egg bound females or slow developing tumors. The majority come out of nowhere and no treatment seems to work. And they all die. Also, they can strike oscars at any age, as early as 2 or as late as 7+. An online vet may have an idea but I ain't paying for that information.
Only possible factor mentioned is too high protein diet. Maybe. Can be in the form of pellets or live food.