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feeling: sad
listening to: nothing
*sigh*
Mitsu is not doing well. I'm really worried now. He's been kinda sick for a few weeks, but he was never as bad as he's been today. The best I and everyone else I talked to could figure was that he was overfed, or that he just wasn't taking well to the pellets we were giving him. At certain times of the day he'd tend to look bloated, swim funny, and spend a lot of time just floating at the surface looking dead. But usually he'd look better in the evenings, and his appetite and attitude never changed, so we decreased his feed a little and went on. But today, he didn't just float at the top - he floated either sideways or upside down, and swam even more... funny. And looked even more bloated, AND looked like he was losing some color around his gills and tummy. We thought maybe his month-old water was finally starting to get to him, and I had planned to bring him back here to school anyway, so I decided to change his water, thoroughly. From the start he looked really sick, but he put up such a fight when I tried to scoop him out of his vase, I figured he couldn't be TOO bad off. Finally, with a bit of aid from a second person, I dipped him out and put him in a smaller bowl for transport, and I cleaned his vase and rocks. Also gave him a bit of the inside of a pea, since I heard from betta experts that that's the best way to heal fishie constipation. I guess. *shrug* Anyway, we got everything ready and I brought him to the dorm. He now sits in that same small bowl next to me, trying his poor little heart out to swim but getting nowhere but sideways. I feel so bad. He really looks like he could be dying, and I have no idea how to help him. But every time I look over at him (which isn't often... I'm trying to let both of us rest and calm down) he's beating those little fins, trying so hard to swim normally, but getting nowhere and just swimming on his side sliding along with his back (dorsal) clinging to the side of the bowl. Bless his little fishie heart... he's fighting so hard. I won't give up on him until those little fins stop flapping. Now if only I had something to give up... I mean, it's not like I'm trying to help, cause I don't know what else I can do... but... that aside.
Yes, I get emotional over a fish. Hey, I love my Mitsu-chan. I've always wanted a fighting fish, and I got one. I just wanted him to live longer than a stinkin' month, dangit all. *looks over*... Arg, I hate seeing him like that and not being able to help... he's trying so hard... pounding those fins for all he's worth, yet getting nowhere... *goes off to cry*
...And not only that, but the Daria movie just went off. The official ending of the series. Not that it was a tearjerker or anything, but... grr, I'm gonna miss that show! And hey, it was quite touching, in its own twisted, deadpan way.
Ok, I'm gonna honor my promise to go off to cry now. Later. *sigh*
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 1/21/2002 10:11:00 PM
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