Yes, I had to put my fish down….

 

I’m not much on writing prompts. I basically write whatever’s stuck in my head because writing is the only way to get it out.  However, yesterday I got an email in response to a comment I made on someone’s blog, this was the email: Comment: OK, Jen, I am intrigued.  You just left a comment on my blog telling me how you had to put down a fish.  I must know more! So you all have Anne at Anne’s Funny Farm to thank for this post, because why I put my fish down, is a long story.

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I grew up with pets, always something “living” in my house.  Even when I lived on my own, I always had a pet.  My last one (dog not fish) died one year before my son was born.  That was sad, and I promised I would never own another dog again, ha! Fast forward 4 years, I really want my son, almost 4 to have a pet to grow up with, I mean it was the closest thing to a brother or sister, and he definitely wasn’t getting one of those.  But it turned out my son was allergic to pets, all of them.  So…. I decided a fish tank would be a great idea.  I had this really fuzzy memory from my early 20’s of loving my 40 gallon fish-tank full of pretty tropical fish, I remember just laying on my bed for hours, listening to music and watching my fish tank.  So I thought ahhhh….. how nice would that be to have a fish tank in our bedroom.  (boy still sleeps there, story for another day)  We could just hang out, stare at the fishies.  So for his 4th birthday, we went for the “special” gift.  We started with 20 fish, they were small, but we added slowly over a few months, and were very careful to pick compatible fish.  (I had a second bout with fish zoning in my late 20’s early 30’s, learned a lot more, still slightly fuzzy life) I was so in to this! I was psyched! I had really loved having fish and this would be a great experience for me Isaiah.  We went to the fish store, we picked our individual fish out, and then would peruse who we might add in a few days to our fishy family.  This was awesome, he was going to have fish and he’d be happy! We would get them home and he would name them: orangey orangey, yellowy yellowy, bluey bluey, sharky, sharky. Man I can’t remember the other names, they were all inane 4-year-old names, that I could never remember, but he could……till their dying day, almost.  So, we had a beautiful fish tank, and beautiful fish. In the beginning it was really nice, we even sat in front of it together.  Him for about 2 seconds, me for maybe 1 minute, then I needed to figure out why it was so quiet.  I know, I know, you know where this is going.  But it started so slowly.

Eventually I realized I needed to clean the tank, well the best way to do it was to syphon the water out through a tube, while using the bottom hard tube to rough up the gunk and suck it out.  I obviously had not been thinking clearly about the consequences of having a fish-tank again.  You might not know this, but to get the syphon started you have to put your mouth on the rubbery end while the hard end is in the tank, once the water comes shooting up the tube, you have to quickly put your thumb over the tube, maintaining suction and then feed it into a bucket on the floor.  Well, my my, this was heaven!  Of course I couldn’t get it right away, so I’m sucking, then losing suction, then sucking and being afraid to suck harder because I am so sure that if I suck any harder I would get a mouthful of disgusting fish tank water. So once you achieve this delicate balance, you need to clean the gunk out of the bottom, being careful not to make the bucket overflow with stinky fish water gunk all over your white carpet.  Then carry the bucket to the utility sink, cause there is no frickin’ way that stuff is going anywhere near the kitchen sink.  Dump it, ewwwww that stuff stinks.  AND THEN DO IT AGAIN! Because you need to change at least half of the water, I only have 5 gallon buckets, and have you ever tried carrying 5 gallons of water without sloshing it???  Man that stuff is heavy! So I had to perform that ritual 4 TIMES every time I cleaned the tank, which means three of those times I put my mouth over a WET FISH WATER TUBE.  Well, clearly after the first time I was thinking this pretty much sucks, (no pun intended) but the tank looked so nice after that , I thought OK, I won’t have to do this again for a while and I enjoyed the tank. Right, and did I mention that the “whisper quiet” water filter we had was not by any means “whisper quiet”? I have enough trouble sleeping with the air filter required for my son’s myriad of environmental allergies, but now a “whisper quiet” water filter too??  And then there was that constant smell of fish food.  Man it must have been all of the incense back in the day, because I do not remember that smell.

But the thing is, the boy didn’t have a sibling, these fish were his siblings, and for all of his indifference when it came to vegging out in front of the fish-tank with his mom, he still talked to the fish everyday, and often checked to make sure he could see them all.  They were his fish, they held his attention as much as anything that doesn’t blink, light up or talk could.

The next time I had to clean the tank it was a little ickier, I forgot green crap grows all over the little figures inside the tank, and the fake seaweed.

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 The thing is one of our favorite past times had developed into, “let’s by something to put in the fish-tank”, so this was going to be a chore.  I sucked the water out, see above to reminisce about that wonderful time, and once I dumped the last bucket I removed all of the figures and seaweed and the glowing crystal formation (ok that was my contribution) and I brought them to the sink to soak in boiling hot bleach water, whatever it would take to make this job as least gross as possible. I am busily preparing the boiling bleach water, turn it off, and realize I don’t see Isaiah anywhere. Crap, did I mention at that age I could not let him out of my site for more than 55 seconds? However, I was so worried bleach would get all over everything in my pig-sty of a laundry room I kinda lost track of time. I went running for the bedroom, that mothers instinct kicking in, yelling “I-S-A-I-A-H!!!!!!”, it was like everything was in slow motion, I got to the bedroom, ran in, the boy is smiling brightly as he is standing over the tank on the step-ladder holding the empty, extra-large fish food container upside down and says “mommy I fed the fish!”  Did I mention that the tank was only 1/3 full??!!! There was about 4 inches of water in the tank, the top of the water was coated in about 1/4 inch of fish food.  I couldn’t even think, I went straight to the experts, I called the local aquarium store that was getting all of our money and told him the short version.  It turns out the only way to deal with that situation is cleaning the tank. Of course that was if your tank was full of water, not practically empty.  We spoke a little of the ramifications of severe shock (cause I was balking), we discussed that it was the lesser of two evils, clean it, someones gonna die, leave it someone’s gonna die.  I frickin’ filled the tank back up and cleaned it, again.

Lest you think this is where the story ends, let me assure you it does not.  We lost a couple of fish that day, I tricked him, as they died I would scoop them out and flush them, and then basically say? “Oh? I don’t know???  Where is pinky pinky?” I think after a while he began to suspect sharky sharky (who was in fact a giant sucker fish. (plecostomus, not a shark at all)  This went on and off for 2 years, there was one more “feeding” event, “lucky” for me, the tank was full at the time, and it probably was time for a good cleaning.  Admittedly after 2 years I had become lazy and apathetic and I basically hated that fish tank and rued the day I thought it would be a nice idea for the kid to have some siblings.  However, I thought, maybe???  You know when I had my tanks in the past I always had neon tetras, those pretty little fish, quick as lightning.  We had lost enough fish over our years of attrition, that there was room for 5! OH JOY! Do you know how pretty 5 neon tetras would be schooling across the tank like tiny darts of blue and red lightning??  Isaiah didn’t want them, he actually didn’t care about getting any fish, but if we were going to get more, those weren’t the ones he wanted.  He actually wanted more toys to go in the tank, looking back, I should have gone with his plan.  I we choose 5 neon tetras, they had just come in the day before, I was sooo lucky! Cause you know, they fly out of the store when they first get there, everybody wants neon tetras.

So, I followed the explicit instructions, let the water acclimate by letting the bag float in the water, then untie the bag and let the two waters slowly blend together as the floating bag naturally begins to tilt over.  Everything was going so well!  I was happy….Isaiah was somewhere else.  I watched as the final tetra left the bag and they all began to school like they had lived there their whole lives.  It was beautiful, I sighed and went to find Isaiah so we could name our new fish.

He was building some sort of secret weapon, he wasn’t interested in naming them.  He actually didn’t want to name them, when I asked if I should name them he said “No.” So the neons became part of the family, as “the neons”. I watched them a little every day. About day 4, I noticed they looked slightly speckled, like they had dust on them.  I pushed my first thought down and went on with my day, later that night as I fed them there was no mistaking what was going on with these fish, it was Ich (Ichthyophthirius multifiliis), yes the dreaded Ich, killer of fish since the beginning of time. By the time I got to the fish store the next day at least 8 fish that I could see were infected.  I told the man at the store what was going on, he sold me some Ich medicine. The problem was this was like Chemo, the Ich medicine could kill the Ich or the fish.  Apparently it could damage healthy fishies delicate scales.  We had no choice….. after 2 days of treatment all of the original 8 were dead.  Leaving 7 fish, of the 7, 4 had spots, one of the living fish was sharky who apparently cannot contract Ich, but can die from the medicine.  By the end of the week we had one fish left.  Yes sharky, the 4 inch long plecostomus succumbed to the evil effects of the meds.  Our one fish left, orangey orangey (actually he wasn’t the original orangey orangey, when the first one died, we transferred the name to this fish, who’s name we didn’t remember after a while), anyway, beloved orangey orangey, all alone in a 40 gallon tank.  He lived like that for months.  In the beginning Isaiah wanted more fish. (like that would happen, he wouldn’t even name the neons) There was no way, ich lives in the gravel, and I was not spending tons of dough on a bunch of fish that were just gonna get spotty and die.  After a while he gave up, and we went on as a one fish household.  We talked to him (or her) we hoped he wasn’t lonely, we fed him, trying our best not to over feed our one fish in the 40 gallon tank.  Then one day I noticed he wasn’t eating.  I wasn’t sure at first, but the more I paid attention, the more I realized it was true.  Our last fish, the last sibling, who was actually one of the original 20.

I didn’t know if I should mention it to Isaiah. However, about a week or so later I noticed that one side of his stomach seemed distended, like he had a large lump on one side.  He still wasn’t eating that I could see, and he was starting to swim kinda wonky.  I figured it was time.  I told Isaiah that orangey orangey wasn’t feeling well.  My boy is nothing if not compassionate.  He exhibited real concern, and began checking on him regularly and asking if I thought he was eating.  It didn’t look good, but he was a fish.  I started to research whether fish could feel pain or not.  As if I was going to find a report that stated “the fish have told us they experience no pain and life is fine and dandy up until the end, no matter how it comes, because that was painless as well.”  Really, that was the only thing that would satisfy me at that point.  And then the unthinkable happened.  I woke up, went to feed orangey and saw a spot of blood on his size, it looked like a splatter from the inside of his translucent skin, I was horrified, and almost in tears as I called the guy at the aquarium store, once again giving him the short version.  Clearly our very sick fish had had something burst inside him and WAS STILL SWIMMING.  I begged the guy to tell me he wasn’t in any pain, I am sure he was thinking “lady, it’s just a fish, get over it and flush the thing.” I couldn’t bare it.  I couldn’t bare that the fish was in pain, and I couldn’t think of flushing him while he was still alive, even if barely. We went over our options, flush, freeze, soda.  Yes soda! Something like sprite or 7up, apparently the bubbles kill them in a humane way? WHAT? BUBBLES KILLING HUMANELY??????? I think not, it appeared my only option was death by freezer.  Believe me I researched the heck out of it, OK I admit it, I was way overly empathizing with this fish, but I was about to be the one to end the life of a creature I had lived with and cared for for 2 years.  I mean they weren’t the best years, and I admit I wished they would all die many times, I often dreamt of the day the fish tank would be gone forever.  But I never imagined it like this.  Fish are supposed to die mysteriously in the night to be found belly up in the morning.  They are not supposed to hang on by a thread, for days, while clearly irrevocably ill and injured!  And so, the decision was made. Once I accepted it, I then had to share it with Isaiah.  He had many of the same questions I had, my sweet compassionate 6-year-old.  It had been a year since he had almost tried to kill the fish, he had grown so much, and so together, admittedly he was more excited than I was, we scooped orangey orangey, put him in a clean, Tupperware, with more than enough water so he wouldn’t panic (I made that part up in my mind to make me feel better) and we placed him in the downstairs freezer.  Isaiah wanted to change his mind a couple of times, I held him back, but understood.  He wasn’t sad, just confused.  And so he decided to create a beautiful tombstone and taped it to the door of the freezer.  The next day he really wanted to take him out and see the frozen fish, I was scared, so we waited one more day.  I was still scared, I don’t know what I expected maybe his face frozen for all time in horror as he died a terrible freezing death? Well, he looked fine, he was orangey only frozen in a block of ice.  We decided to bury him.  Although I was afraid an animal would smell a rotting fish and dig it up, I figured I’d make his dad dig it up later when Isaiah was asleep.  So while I went to go get the supplies for the burial I noticed Isaiah wasn’t around.  There was a reason, when I came back Isaiah had removed orangey, with a properly wielded garden spade.  There he was laying on the driveway all floppy and shiny.  And dead.  Lucky for me, this turn of events prompted me to triple bag him and through him in the garbage.  He was clearly a dead fish, and in that moment I had no remorse. Plus ADD husband would never have remembered to dig him up.

 

 

 

 

  • I’ve never had to put a fish down, but I love this story… not because putting your fish down is awesome, but because I, too, would have been overly empathetic.ReplyCancel

    • My sister used to cry about her stuffed animals not being able to see at the bottom of the pile. I’m not that bad, but I rank pretty high.ReplyCancel

  • Overly empathetic indeed. Loved this story!

    Amanda*

    http://modernhippiemomma.blogspot.com/ReplyCancel

    • Thanks…it’s a tough road, but someone’s got to love the fishies!ReplyCancel

  • Long time ago, we thought having fish would be a great idea too. Now, the empty tank sits in the basement . . . Tee hee! But, I never had to kill one if the fish. They just seemed to die on their own. Eeeeeek! That must have been so hard. You are one brave mama. 🙂ReplyCancel

    • Well that’s the way it’s supposed to happen, this one just wouldn’t die, and then I felt so sad…. It was really hard. Clearly I am still scarred after over a year!ReplyCancel

  • OMG that is SO funny! We have a (hated) fish tank too. “Free” from a friend has cost me about $200 so far. F’kers. They’re dirty.
    Sorry to hear about your tragic loss by the way. Traumatizing, for sure.ReplyCancel

    • YOU potty mouth you. However that crafty little abbreviation made it past my spam filters, and even pending and went straight live! Woo hoo!!! But don’t count on it happening again. Anyway…we got a couple of non-shedding dogs to replace the fish. They are way more fun, and they do tricks.ReplyCancel

  • PS – I once wrote a post (2 but the first is funnier) about how a dummy cleans a fish tank 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Hey! I found you on the Dysfunctional Junction blog hop and I have to say I thought by the picture you posted you actually got an X-ray of a fish. That would have been awesome! Cute blog!

    MandyReplyCancel

    • Sorry to disappoint, but could you imagine how much that would cost???!!!ReplyCancel

  • The whole having to put your mouth over the tube is where we lost it! Oh Lord, that is insane!-The Dose GirlsReplyCancel

    • Dude, you so do not want to try that at home. You know you can pay someone to come and clean your tank. If only…..ReplyCancel

  • I enjoyed your story. I have more dead animals in the freezer stories than I care to admit. Thanks for stopping by my blog and downloading the sample chapters. I hope you enjoy them. Have a great weekend!ReplyCancel

  • You know, for years I thought goldfish actually changed colour. It wasn’t until I was older that I worked out mine were dying while I was sleeping or at school and my parents were replacing them with slightly different looking ones. Good on you for involving your son in it though!ReplyCancel

    • That’s so funny! That’s the stuff of sitcoms 🙂 I think he was too involved from the beginning for me to have done that AND I was really waiting for the day that the fish tank would just GO AWAY!ReplyCancel

  • We also got a tank and a few fish back in the fall of last year. Big mistake and I too had no clue how much cleaning of the tank would be (that tube thing is gross and completely agree with you) nor how many fish would die on our watch. Yup long story short, we now have an empty tank for a few months and I have no desire to fill it with fish again!! Could so relate to your post. Stopping in from Raising Imperfections!! 🙂ReplyCancel

    • Seriously, having fish is WAY harder than having dogs! At least the dogs interact with you! Thanks for stopping by!ReplyCancel

  • Oh wow, I feel for you. What an adventure.ReplyCancel

    • It was all pretty funny in the end, but the ich part was pretty stressful. The part I didn’t write about was how I blamed the guy at the store for selling me 5 sick fish, the best he would do was give me a store credit for $70 bucks (which wasn’t bad) but like I was ever going to get anymore fish!ReplyCancel

  • May Orangey-Orange rest in peace. 😉ReplyCancel

  • I did have to find out how you euthanize a fish. And now I know. They say freezing lobsters before you kill them is the most humane way to do it too so I’m sure you did the right thing by fishy. How did you get an x-ray of a fish?ReplyCancel

    • I would love to say that I cared enough to have him x-ray’d but no, just a pic I found on the internet that is supposed to illustrate swim bladder disease, which may or may not have been the culprit. The secret’s out!ReplyCancel

  • My son’s first pet other than the family dogs were two fish he named Tom & Jerry. Tom died almost instantly and Jerry was not far behind. He chalked it up to the fact that Tom & Jerry are always fighting. lol Orangey Orange is swimming under the rainbow bridge now. 🙂ReplyCancel

    • That’s pretty funny, and pretty accurate. We all know Jerry was the smarter one! RIP all fish ever owned by a child under 30 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Visiting from the Sunday Parenting Party because who doesn’t click on a link like that. I can’t decide if I’m horrified or not but I enjoyed reading the story nonetheless! I hope you have better luck with future pets!

    KrissyReplyCancel

    • It was kinda horrifying at the time, but then I realized I probably waited to long to put poor orangey out of his misery. We are on to dogs, luck? Can’t say, the little one is allergic to everything, the big one is afraid of everything, but neither one of them have unexplained gigantic tumors! Thanks for stopping by!ReplyCancel

    • In hindsight, not so horrifying 🙂 I might have even waited too long to help our orange friend cross the bridge. Thanks for the good wishes!ReplyCancel

  • I loved my fish, but maintenance is a pain.

    Never heard of freezing them. I killed one by accident by not cleaning out all the bleach I used to clean the bowl.

    You can fill the syphen tube by emersing it in water and then stopping on end with your thumb. Sucking sucks.

    Funny story brought back some not so great memories.ReplyCancel

    • Yeah, I tried that tricky way of getting the syphon to work. I’m a little syphon-impaired. Meanwhile, I don’t have to worry anymore!ReplyCancel

  • Patrick OBrien

    So did you ever get more fish?ReplyCancel

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