The goldfish is dying. He quit eating on Friday, and has been swimming sideways since Saturday. I can see him gasping, but beyond providing a quick and (hopefully) painless death, have nothing I could do for him. Poor little guy. It would be kinder to end his life now, but I hold false hope that he will suddenly start swimming around happily again.
He did so once before, after all. This is a fair prize fish, a pathetic little goldfish who should have been dead years ago. Somehow he’s held on, surviving the move, poor water conditions, aggressive tank mates (all long gone now) and having to put up with us. The water here is a toxic soup for him, loaded with chloramines and solids, prone to frequent algal blooms. I filter and detoxify it, but it doesn’t seem to help. Tonight, I fear, he visits the big toilet in the sky. Sniff!