Kenny chooses bad fish. I am convinced of this.
His bad fish talked my good fish into some kind of murder suicide pact.
That's right, my sweet innocent fish left us this morning. I went to feed him and he was gasping for air. I tried fish CPR, but to no avail. He was not long for this world.
It has been a sad week.
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I would like to see pictures of the fish CPR please :)
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