Upon discovering this terrible scene, the Husband quickly unplugged the water filter to free our fishy pal. I have no idea how long he had been there, but it caused massive amounts of damage. Fritz's once full shiny fins were now frayed and sparse. The poor little guy barely had any energy to swim around... who am I kidding, the sad fellow was just bobbing at the surface. He wasn't dead though. If I tapped the glass he'd swish his little fin to show he was hanging in there.
When I fed the masses, Fritz just watched the flakey meal float about him. It was truly heartbreaking. I felt especially sad because Fritz was MY fish. I picked him out all by myself. I was drawn to him because of the black mark above his mouth, which looked like a little Hitler mustache (hence the name Fritz, I was convinced he was a follower of the Fuhrer). Not that I'm in support of a fascist dictatorship, I just thought his little mustache was quite endearing. 
Now that I think about it, Fritz did kind of rule the roost... er.. school. Hey, maybe he was the one who killed Trevor! Perhaps Trevor was edging in on Fritz's power, so Fritz pushed him into the water filter. Now that I think about it even MORE, one of our fish is named Joe... GI Joe (because of his camo spots)... maybe he over threw Fritz!!! I digress.
Well, unfortunately, the Husband and I had to go away for the weekend so I was unable to watch over Fritz while he suffered in that cold dark tank.
When we got back, however, Fritz was STILL ALIVE. What a trooper! The Husband moved him to his own little bowl, a private healing chamber. But, Fritz wasn't looking too good. When I tapped on the bowl he hardly even moved a gill. Occasionally he would adjust his floating position, but let's just say, he had one foot in a watery grave.
Well, yesterday I got home excited to see some increasing maritime movement in my favorite Fritz, only to be destroyed. The Husband informed me that Fritz had passed on a few hours earlier. He didn't want to tell me while I was at work, knowing it would ruin my day. Poor, poor, Fritz.
I'm feeling much better today, I know he's in a better place now and all that jazz. The thing that concerns me is, why can't I keep a freaking gold fish alive?! Seriously! I've been wanted to get a puppy and of course one day I'll want a baby... but how on earth can I possibly be trusted with more serious things when I've let two of my favorite fish get sucked into and paralyzed by a water filter?! I've got some serious issues that need to be reckoned with. It think I need to go see an aquatic grief counselor...
