It's sitting on the bottom of it's tank, and it's not moving much...I keep changing as much of the water as I can but it doesn't look like it's helping. The people at the pet store said that this first week is the hardest, because the ammonia level is spiking and it's normal to lose fish at this time...but it's still hard.
It's just a fish, right? Because I keep looking at it, and telling myself that. I can't get past the fact that it is a life in my hands and I'm responsible for it's suffering. Sure, the whole point of it's existence is to ensure the health and stability of the tank for fish to come, and there's nothing I can really do for it...but damn it I don't want it to have to live like this.
It's weird how you learn the big things in life through the smallest things.
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