Coming to work today, I found that our fighting fish had died. Sniff…
It had been quite sick in the past, but recovered very well until last week, the condition went down again. This morning I found it sinking at the bottom.
Yes, it’s just a fish. But it’s my fish, our fish, me and my colleagues take care together. This fish always happy to see me every morning when I turned on the light. It would swim up and down, left to right and look right at me. Whenever I slide my chair near the tank, she would recognize me and come happily waving her tail.
I guess.. all fish go to heaven too..
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