I've been a fish keeper since the Mittons Pet Shop days in the late 60s.
Lost my "all time favourite fish" today, "Spooky" the Discus showed signs of parasite infection six weeks ago and I've been trying hard to get rid of the bastard worms ever since. I've raised him from a tiddler to the size of a small dinner plate and when I would walk into the living room in the morning he was always the first to greet me wagging his body like a tail and saying "give me some grub", he always ate his grated beefheart from my finger and he would splash the water when he wanted my attention.
Both me and the missus have been fed up all day and even reminisced over red wine and some soul food of steak and onions tonight... it's been almost like losing a dog.
Does anyone else have similarly dysfunctional hobbies?
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I've been a fish keeper since the Mittons Pet Shop days in the late 60s.
Lost my "all time favourite fish" today, "Spooky" the Discus showed signs of parasite infection six weeks ago and I've been trying hard to get rid of the bastard worms ever since. I've raised him from a tiddler to the size of a small dinner plate and when I would walk into the living room in the morning he was always the first to greet me wagging his body like a tail and saying "give me some grub", he always ate his grated beefheart from my finger and he would splash the water when he wanted my attention.
Both me and the missus have been fed up all day and even reminisced over red wine and some soul food of steak and onions tonight... it's been almost like losing a dog.
Does anyone else have similarly dysfunctional hobbies?
Here he is in his prime: