13 years ago I "rescued" Bait, a pair of goldfish, from a tank left behind by a departed roommate. They were originally bought as feeder fish for a pet snake of his. Anyway, within a couple years It had passed away, and Ba gained an "h" for some unknown reason. Bah was very pampered, moving from a 5 to 10 gallons, and finally enthroned in a palatial 13 gallon bowl given to us by Rick. He'd been with me through roommates, boyfriends, moves nearing the double digits and stuck around for several atrocious tank decorating schemes. About 5 years ago air bubbles developed in his eye, and he lost it, but suffered no other ill health.
Some may doubt such a thing as a friendly and personable fish exists, I know now that they are wrong. He seemed to take special pleasure in his last spot near the sofa in our living room. He'd hang out most often on the side of his tank where people would sit and chase their fingers, sometimes spitting rocks at the side of the tank to get someone's attention. When I put my finger in his tank he'd often times come and give it a nibble. Anyway after a very long life, he passed away today and was buried in the back yard.
Long live Bah!
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