Little Poseidon

Little Poseidon

My dear fish is dying. He has been sick for a while now and for quite a number of occasions even did the belly up floating position. It all started about two weeks ago when his belly was bruised by his violent ways of swimming. My *Po loves to head butt the gravel in his bowl and make his water go *splash!

He is now weak, his inner gills look sore and his tail is flaying. It is a condition of the previous injury and growing old that I can not do anything to cure.

If you know *Po, you'd acknowledge that he is 'one darn special fish'. Magnificently beautiful, charming and a little naughty. I know I say this not just because he his my pet, but how many goldfishes actually like to swim in the area of the bowl that is nearest to you, suckle your finger when you stick it in like a big fat worm, eat bugs that fall into your bowl (prolly knowing I was shrieking in disgust) and the fruit I lovingly cut up, do head butts and swim so excitedly when it knows it is feeding time.

Another thing *Gallant and I notice also, is that when he is in *Gallant's room, he likes having his dorsal fin up. *Po must be trying to appear more manly to his male owner.

*Po was *Gallant's gift on our third month anniversary. I would like to think that I have showered this little life with so much love and care that I have given him the best life he could have.

And a part of me believes that *Po is hanging on to his life for me. I know it sounds dramatic... but with the course of his injury and sickness, he should have been gone long ago. He now sits in a bowl near my table. He is trying hard to swim and he faces me (even if I turn to another side he swims to the other end).

*Po, you're the toughest *cookie I know. I love *Poseidon very much and truth be told, I need his company so much now that things are new and *Gallant is away. But if he has to go, and goodness knows how much pain he is probably in, I will understand.

Update, 11.15am: Little Po died peacefully.