The day my Senegal died. Time of death, EST 1:45 PM. She was a ]v[0NSTER. She was just a hair shorter than 9". She died suddenly, she was swimming around, swimming to take in air, doing Bichir stuff, only 10 minutes ago. No sooner had I sat down on my bed did my visiting baby cousin (future MFK'er, fascinated by all things living) knock on the door. She loved my Senegal as much as I did. I answered the door and turned around to point out my Senegal. I stopped dead in my tracks. The Sen was laying on her back, on the bottom.
I prodded her a few times, and she floundered around the tank, then stopped and sank. She floundered a bit more in the ensueing minutes, then settled down. My family all considered her as much a pet as the Dog or the Cat, so they are just as busted up as I am. My sister cried. I don't think I am going to get another Bichir any time soon. I think I am going to bury her later tonight, just in case my Dad wants to take a final look when he gets home.
RIP Senny, my first true ]v[0NSTER, and the best fishy friend I could ask for.

I prodded her a few times, and she floundered around the tank, then stopped and sank. She floundered a bit more in the ensueing minutes, then settled down. My family all considered her as much a pet as the Dog or the Cat, so they are just as busted up as I am. My sister cried. I don't think I am going to get another Bichir any time soon. I think I am going to bury her later tonight, just in case my Dad wants to take a final look when he gets home.
RIP Senny, my first true ]v[0NSTER, and the best fishy friend I could ask for.

