Back to the grind stone at work, but there was a hint of sadness in the office today. Our pet goldfish, Lucky, finally succombed to old age. He was nearly 4 years old. He actually was the pet of Cole, our office manager's son. He bought him when he was a freshman in high school. He got the nickname lucky because he just wouldn't die. They would forget to feed him for days on end, the tank would never be cleaned, etc, etc, etc. Finally, he was brought in to the office where he got a new lease on life in a fresh tank with feedings twice-daily.
He took a turn for the worse about 3 months ago when he contracted flukes, but we managed to pull him through it after about a week of treatments and tender loving care. Since then he had been active in his tank and always the hungry fish. However, this morning we came in and he was motionless on the bottom of the tank, a pale white color.
Farwell, poor Lucky, may you rest in peace. :)
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