Daily Prompt Do you have animals in your life? If yes, what do they mean to you? via Menagerie.
Besides the two hens, I have a goldfish named Mr. Bean. I don’t talk about him much. He’s a quiet chap; blows bubbles and rustles his rocks once in a while, looking for food. He’ll be two years old this summer. I got him because a little girl begged.
I think he’s getting too big for his bowl. Is he lonely, all by himself? Would he like a friend and an aquarium? I should pay more attention to him. I only look at him once or twice a day. I put pretty pictures behind his bowl, for interest.
Mr. Bean had a near death experience recently. I went to feed him and noticed he was lying upside-down on the rocks. He wasn’t gold anymore; he was pale silver. He was so dead looking, I wondered if I should flush him, plant him or throw him out to the raven. A tiny voice said, No more fishbowl cleaning!
But no, I saw his gills move. He was fighting for his life.
It was my fault. I had clean water ready for him, but I didn’t complete the task. I let it go until morning. He couldn’t breathe in such dirty water. Shame on me. Pet neglector.
I took his bowl to the kitchen and plopped him into clean water. I stirred him round and round the bowl with the fishnet. The clean water and motion revived him enough that he could swim sideways a little, but he was listing and going belly up. I kept stirring and encouraging him. C’mon boy, swim! Pretty soon he was going round the bowl sideways on his own. I thought he might survive, perhaps with some brain damage.
Mr. Bean made a full recovery. He got his color back and he doesn’t swim sideways anymore. I’d miss him, if he’d died. There’s something feng shui about a goldfish, if it’s not dead.