Well I thought this fish was really hardy, BUT there was a death in the family today. The poor thing had lived through ear dewaxing drops, water with out the slime coat in it lots of water changes--- then my mother started feeling sorry for the fish she said it was to COLD and went and got a heater for the tank. Woke up the next morning and the fish is dead. My mother is crying Madison is crying and I am saying it is a fish, so we had to have a funeral. Quick into the Celistial Tea Box you go and Paw Paw dug the grave and Caleb was the Paul Bearer. And for my mother she can never work at a Humane Society. Caleb's main focus was are the worms going to eat the fish because that would be COOL.
