Posting a draft saved up from a few years back, when I was being taught by fishes on how to be human.
My second non-human Earthmate made an unplanned entry into my life. (The first being a tiny puppy named Mickey and I am not over its abrupt loss some 20 years later). It is actually 2 of the water-exploring finned members that I havent really figured out the name of. The aquarium shop owner called it Tiger fish but Google search does not reveal any Tiger fish that looks like this one. I bought two and then not knowing how much feed is appropirate for 2 fishes (this being my first ever take-of-it-by-myself experience with no overseer around), and I thought these fishes ate a lot (because I tend to eat a lot, so why should I think other beings wont eat well enough?!) I put enough for 2 I thought only to find the tank quite cloudy the next morning. I thought they would clean it all up by evening only to find one of them floating on the surface and wont wake up. I buried it (as a kid, we used to bury ants and lizards that we found dead in the backyard, we did feel quite a lot sad for them Earthlings). I had not thought I would need to do so for one I bought at a shop and died after a feed. I should be feeling terrible right now, but I do and dont too. This one in the tank was quite a spirited one, but is kind of lonely by itself. It came from a swarm of fishes in the shop, you see, and I bought 2 so they are company for each other while I am away from home in office. This one is now pecking at the food thinking its own thoughts, I imagine. It is a beautiful water-dweller, this fish. I dont dare call it a name.
