George The Fish.

George our goldfish, well, really my sisters goldfish but he was kinda seen as a family pet, passed away a few days ago.

He was 23 years old.

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No that's not a typo. George was a grand age of 23 years. He outlived every other fish that was put in that tank (save for the weather loach we still have). A few years ago he turned a grey/silver, lost an eye, and his spine even twisted a lil. But he could still swim happily around his tank as if this was normal, and nothing bothered him.

His swim bladder actually went a day or two before holidays, but when i went to euthanasie him, he was OK again. It was while we were on holidays that the people taking care of the house found George dead.

See, in our house pets aren't flushed. They're given a spot in the back garden, and possibly a rock as a marker. My dad was actually the one who suggested making a lil box for George. I thought it was a great idea. Rather than just placing him in the ground, we'd have a small coffin. Let him go in style.

Here's the mini coffin I made. Only Balsa wood and some ink to stain it. I then covered it in a gloss varnish and stuck on the cross. (not sure what the cross is in the fish world. But it looked rather plain without it.)




Rest in Peace ole chap. Enjoy that great big fishbowl in the sky.