I wanted them to be happy, so I bought them new plants and some live food. They started to become sluggish and had clamped fins and were hiding on the bottom. Panic struck.
I tried to get help. I got recommendations for antibiotics. They didn't work. I made an appointment at UC Davis. George died. Then Marge was crashing around, in obvious distress and my husband called me from work in a panic. I knew she had to be euthanized. How do you kill your own pet? I had heard that freezing actually causes pain when the ice crystals form, so I told him to put her in an ice bath to slow her down, while I rushed to the store for clove oil, which is supposed to be a painless way to euthanize fish.
So it was done. Marge and George had personalities larger than life. They were interactive and funny. I spent time just watching them every single day. Feeding them was one of the favorite parts of my day. I now realize that I can no longer eat fish. It's like eating dog to me. Can't do it. Bye guys. Thank you for being good fish.