I used to own fish when i was really young. He’s really huge and long. (Yes, i believe it’s a he) It is a gift from one of my relatives. The fish follows me wherever which side of the tank i am on. It’s a nice bonding session activity with your fish. Until one day, my mom chose to remove the fish tank away and gave my pet fish away to my uncle. I forgot what my reaction was but i remembered the existence of the fish.
After the removal of the fish tank, i won a fighting fish. So i kept it in a container instead and placed it on top of my toilet bowl. But it chose to commit suicide the next day. I don’t know why.
During primary school, i own a tadpole. I caught it over at a pond in my primary school and put it inside in a small container and brought it back home. I was really excited because i have got a new pet but my excitement resulted in me changing the water every time and my clumsiness actually made my pet tadpole died in a horrible death. It dropped into the sinkhole. I stood there and look at it and felt really guilty/sad afterwards. But the next day, i decided to catch another tadpole but i don’t wanna share how it ends.
Now, looking back at my past. I realize how bad am i with aquatic pets. Sorry to all my ex aquatic pets. I love you all so much.