The fancy non-feeder goldfish in the other tank must have rich parents, or connections with store management. Maybe they’re the 1%ers in fish land?
But why are the goldfish in the feeder tank only good enough to be fed to other fish? Are they not pretty enough? Bad poker game?
You know I’m morbidly curious, so I wondered if they realize they’re just waiting their turn to be eaten alive. It broke my heart. I wanted to take the whole aquarium home with us.
But I didn’t want to clean it every week. Lookit, I’m a realist. A big-hearted, over-thinking, realist.
We saved a Betta fish instead. His name is Hector.
We took him out for pizza, and then moved him into his new (small, plastic and easy-to-clean) fish mansion.
I still want to go back and rescue every goldfish on death feeder row, but sometimes saving one is all you can do.
That one is worth celebrating.
Welcome home little dude.
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