There were many fish before him. Most lived only a few weeks, which I suppose is pretty common. They swam around, ate their food, and generally didn't do anything noteworthy except die quickly.
S'weed, as he was often called, was different. He knew us and when we'd walk into Nathan's room, he'd start swimming wildly. He would "yell" at us for food by swimming to the top of the water and shaking his head while making fish-face. He liked to swim upside down, often giving us a scare. A quick tap on tank and he'd right himself, as if laughing that we fell for his hijinks again.
Seaweed cheated death twice. Both times he somehow sucked in a small piece of gravel from the bottom of his tank, presumably to suck something to eat off it. The gravel got stuck in his mouth and my husband had to use tweezers to pull the piece out. The first time we thought it was just a weird random thing. The second time, we bought new larger rocks for his tank. He survived well over a year after that last incident.
He hadn't been swimming around as much in the last week or so. He just hung out on the bottom until we fed him, he'd eat and go back down. Then last night I knew he wouldn't make it through. I encouraged Nathan to give his tank a hug, blow him a kiss and tell him how much he loves him. When we got up this morning I saw I was right.
I really never thought I would get this attached to a fish. But I did. We're going to miss Seaweed. He was really special.
|Nathan showing S'weed the birthday card he made him last March.|