I came home last night to a pair of belly-up goldfish. Coco and Steve mysteriously died, sometime between when I left the house at 2:00pm and when I arrived home at 8:00pm. They were lively as ever during yesterday's first feeding time (11:30am), so the cause of death remains unknown. For the time being, it's been ruled as SGDS, or Sudden Goldfish Death Syndrome.
It's true, I cried a little. I never got sad when I worked at Petsmart 12 years ago and it was my job to scoop the dead fish from the tanks every morning, but those weren't my fish. Coco and Steve and I had a connection. Rest in peace, boys. Flushed but not forgotten.
Coco and Steve in their award-winning cinematic debut (with a fallen brother who died the day of the shoot):
Coco and Steve just two weeks ago, shortly before a tank redecoration that included serious plant pruning and removal of the blue plastic coral: