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Plecostomus
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I had a fish that lived for 20 years. She moved with me to four houses, survived two fires and jumped out of it's tank one time and sat on the floor for 12 hours.
Big 19" long plecostomus, green and brown with a stripe on the tail. Actually we're not sure it was a proper plecostomus, the face/lip structures were a bit different... we called it a plecostomus because that's what it resembled. She had the ability to change colors too, in a limited sort of way. She'd land on the big rock in the tank and turn black with a brown splotch. Some sort of Catfish Cloaking Device I guess.
Not a perfect match, just a shift in shade.
They (other hobbiests and the head-doctor) tell me she died of old age, but fuck I still remember turning the light off and going to bed and then waking up the next morning and finding her on the bottom of the tank. The eyes, if you can understand, were empty. They lacked that... I don't know what... Fish don't have "souls" like we have... maybe "driving force" or something.
I called into work, seriously, called into work over a fish. That fish had been my constant companion for 20 years. I ended up making an emergency appointment with my head-doctor it messed me up that much. Hell I still have a hard time talking about it. That fish inspired many RPG stories, provided countless hours of amusement just swimming around doing it's sucker-fish routine... and at times it gave me a reason to actually go home. Gotta go home and take care of the fish.
That Damn Fish (her name) is buried behind the shed at 797 Countyline Road, and the there is a marker over the spot. The land-lord has actually maintained the marker which is neat.
Seven years now and I still get tears when I try to explain this to people. People (especially in the tropical fish discussion groups) are like "damn I wish I could get my fish to live 20 years."
I know what you are going through, pets work thier way into our souls... even a tropical fish.
I'm on MSN at foamingmad@hotmail.com and there is also PM if you want to talk.
Big 19" long plecostomus, green and brown with a stripe on the tail. Actually we're not sure it was a proper plecostomus, the face/lip structures were a bit different... we called it a plecostomus because that's what it resembled. She had the ability to change colors too, in a limited sort of way. She'd land on the big rock in the tank and turn black with a brown splotch. Some sort of Catfish Cloaking Device I guess.
Not a perfect match, just a shift in shade.They (other hobbiests and the head-doctor) tell me she died of old age, but fuck I still remember turning the light off and going to bed and then waking up the next morning and finding her on the bottom of the tank. The eyes, if you can understand, were empty. They lacked that... I don't know what... Fish don't have "souls" like we have... maybe "driving force" or something.
I called into work, seriously, called into work over a fish. That fish had been my constant companion for 20 years. I ended up making an emergency appointment with my head-doctor it messed me up that much. Hell I still have a hard time talking about it. That fish inspired many RPG stories, provided countless hours of amusement just swimming around doing it's sucker-fish routine... and at times it gave me a reason to actually go home. Gotta go home and take care of the fish.
That Damn Fish (her name) is buried behind the shed at 797 Countyline Road, and the there is a marker over the spot. The land-lord has actually maintained the marker which is neat.
Seven years now and I still get tears when I try to explain this to people. People (especially in the tropical fish discussion groups) are like "damn I wish I could get my fish to live 20 years."
I know what you are going through, pets work thier way into our souls... even a tropical fish.
I'm on MSN at foamingmad@hotmail.com and there is also PM if you want to talk.
Thank you, everyone, for your kind words.
This is surprisingly difficult for me to deal with. Midnight only came to be with me last August, but he has been my constant companion.
I wanted something to take my mind off of things, so I went to the tmobile store to get some supplies. Midnight used to go in there with me all the time. The girl asked me how he was. I told her what happened and she started crying. You see, Midnight would play with her sometimes and she is a dog lover. She'll get over it much quicker than me, but even she, who had only played with him a few times, cried.
I also called the groomer and the vet to let them know, so I don't get reminder cards in the mail. They all knew him by name - I said his name, and they said "Oh, Mr. XXXXXXX! We're so sorry. We'll pray for your family. We loved Midnight so much, he was one of the sweetest, tenderest dogs we got to work with."
And he was. He just loved people. He wanted to sit in your lap, lick your face, curl up in ball in your lap, or play with you.
I'm not crying as much now, but I miss him so much.
This is surprisingly difficult for me to deal with. Midnight only came to be with me last August, but he has been my constant companion.
I wanted something to take my mind off of things, so I went to the tmobile store to get some supplies. Midnight used to go in there with me all the time. The girl asked me how he was. I told her what happened and she started crying. You see, Midnight would play with her sometimes and she is a dog lover. She'll get over it much quicker than me, but even she, who had only played with him a few times, cried.
I also called the groomer and the vet to let them know, so I don't get reminder cards in the mail. They all knew him by name - I said his name, and they said "Oh, Mr. XXXXXXX! We're so sorry. We'll pray for your family. We loved Midnight so much, he was one of the sweetest, tenderest dogs we got to work with."
And he was. He just loved people. He wanted to sit in your lap, lick your face, curl up in ball in your lap, or play with you.
I'm not crying as much now, but I miss him so much.
At the very least she should lose her car.
Over a cliff. While she's still inside it. With the person she loves most in the world strapped to the front bumper.
Link to Picture of Midnight in His Coffin He does not look bad in it; if you want to see you can look. I took it for closure.
This is really hard. My sweety got in at 1:00. We came to my parents house, viewed the body, cut a lock of hair, and put three of his favorite things in his coffin.
The first was his mini-tennis ball. He loved to chase it and play fetch with is. Sweety got it for him when she first rescued him, and he had it for most of his life.
The second was the last bone he was working on. We put it in the way he liked to hold it when he chewed it while he was alive.
The last was a Beggin Strip, which he loved to eat. We then closed the casket, and we will bury him later.
This is really hard. My sweety got in at 1:00. We came to my parents house, viewed the body, cut a lock of hair, and put three of his favorite things in his coffin.
The first was his mini-tennis ball. He loved to chase it and play fetch with is. Sweety got it for him when she first rescued him, and he had it for most of his life.
The second was the last bone he was working on. We put it in the way he liked to hold it when he chewed it while he was alive.
The last was a Beggin Strip, which he loved to eat. We then closed the casket, and we will bury him later.
Were you able to get a plate number at all?
When our cats (that we had for 16 years) died (a few months apart) just over a year ago, we had them cremated. My wife loves animals but her family never had pets when she was a child. These were her first and she was so distraught and didn't know how to handle their disposal. I figured the cremation method would be the most flexible. If, after a while, she could handle a memorial, I thought we could put out the containers with some pictures around them, or a little digital frame cycling through some files. If she could just never handle that, we could dispose of the containers. But we would have the time to determine what she really wanted.
She hasn't been able to look at the containers at all (they're in my bookcase), but she is ready to get another pet. She's decided the benefit outweighs the loss.
She hasn't been able to look at the containers at all (they're in my bookcase), but she is ready to get another pet. She's decided the benefit outweighs the loss.
Oh Apostle, I'm so sorry. I've lost my share of beloved pets to accidents and old age.. They bring so much joy when they enter your world and so much pain when the leave it.
RIP, Midnight.
RIP, Midnight.
Apostle, I was just out with my mom doing the weekly grocery shopping and I told her about this, and even she started to cry. She also sends you her condolences. All my best to you, man.
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Amaris
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^ No, this is just how he's handling the grief. We all do it a little differently.
Now, I for one, won't look at the picture, because if I do, I will most likely break down and cry myself.
J.
Now, I for one, won't look at the picture, because if I do, I will most likely break down and cry myself.
J.
I looked. I teared. It was tasteful and loving.
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Amaris
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I guess I can look.
I just don't want to think about it. My dog is 14 years old and she's the apple of my eye. I get a catch in my throat just thinking about it.
Edit: Oh.
J.
