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Came home from work and found one of my fish doing the backstroke of doom. My mutant color-changing overgrown goldfish is no more. R.I.P. Flash. And now Pumpkin and Catbait look so lost in that big tank all alone... And I am oddly sad over the death of a creature that I couldn't cuddle that did nothing but eat, poop, and spit gravel at the side of the tank all night. Probably just depression from the reality of having to move out of the house I've lived in my whole life in another month setting in, but still... It hurt to give him the flush.