Hey guys, I’m Fushufish! I am the mom of one 3 y.o. Angel fish named Fushu, 1 super red long fin bristle named Toothless, and 6 corydora sterbai’s whom I collectively refer to as “the littles”. Fushu is my baby, he’s the most humanized fish ever; he responds to my voice, gives me “kisses” when I ask, notices me the second I walk into the room, and loves attention and a camera.
We recently moved from Florida to Washington state and we only had Fushu at the time. Moving him was the most stressful time of my life. We prepared with months of planning which involved finding a pet store to package Fushu and put O2 in his bag, a shipping company to produce a label for him since only commercial shipping is allowed, making a separate trip to Washington weeks before moving day to set up the new tank so it would be ready for him when he arrived, and a perfectly timed and executed departure day of putting Fushu in a bucket, disposing of the tank, going to the fish store for O2 and bagging, dropping Fushu at the FedEx express that allows shipping of live aquatics (not all FedEx do), and hopping on a plane to get out here in order to receive Fushu when he arrived the next morning.
Everything went as planned however when we received Fushu, the handler was holding him upside down... this little guy had gone through a lot. My heart was pounding as I opened the box, mentally preparing myself in case the worse had happened. I open the box to find a sunken in bag and a motionless fish. THE BAG HAD LEAKED and all his oxygen and half his water was gone. I stared at him and saw a small movement in his fin, I told myself he was still alive. We went into action. Poured him and his bag water into a bucket and set up a drip from his new tank to the bucket, slowly removing the toxic water and replacing it with fresh water. I knew I was possibly doing all this for a dead fish that I imagined had moved but after 2 hours the little guy started to get some life back, after half the day went by he was swimming up right, and by the end of the day he looked like he would make it. We moved him into his new tank the next day where he is now thriving!
A couple months after the move we decided to get him some friends. Fushu isn’t the friendliest, he used to fight his brother and we had to separate them (Ditka has since passed), so choosing the right comrades was important. We went with the corys and the bristle and besides a little playful chase every once in while they are coexisting perfectly! We all know Fushu is the man of the tank.
So that’s our story and here we are! Excited to meet some enthusiasts who can offer any advice or ideas. Maybe I can provide some advice as well, if you’re planning on moving across country with your tank, I got you.
We recently moved from Florida to Washington state and we only had Fushu at the time. Moving him was the most stressful time of my life. We prepared with months of planning which involved finding a pet store to package Fushu and put O2 in his bag, a shipping company to produce a label for him since only commercial shipping is allowed, making a separate trip to Washington weeks before moving day to set up the new tank so it would be ready for him when he arrived, and a perfectly timed and executed departure day of putting Fushu in a bucket, disposing of the tank, going to the fish store for O2 and bagging, dropping Fushu at the FedEx express that allows shipping of live aquatics (not all FedEx do), and hopping on a plane to get out here in order to receive Fushu when he arrived the next morning.
Everything went as planned however when we received Fushu, the handler was holding him upside down... this little guy had gone through a lot. My heart was pounding as I opened the box, mentally preparing myself in case the worse had happened. I open the box to find a sunken in bag and a motionless fish. THE BAG HAD LEAKED and all his oxygen and half his water was gone. I stared at him and saw a small movement in his fin, I told myself he was still alive. We went into action. Poured him and his bag water into a bucket and set up a drip from his new tank to the bucket, slowly removing the toxic water and replacing it with fresh water. I knew I was possibly doing all this for a dead fish that I imagined had moved but after 2 hours the little guy started to get some life back, after half the day went by he was swimming up right, and by the end of the day he looked like he would make it. We moved him into his new tank the next day where he is now thriving!
A couple months after the move we decided to get him some friends. Fushu isn’t the friendliest, he used to fight his brother and we had to separate them (Ditka has since passed), so choosing the right comrades was important. We went with the corys and the bristle and besides a little playful chase every once in while they are coexisting perfectly! We all know Fushu is the man of the tank.
So that’s our story and here we are! Excited to meet some enthusiasts who can offer any advice or ideas. Maybe I can provide some advice as well, if you’re planning on moving across country with your tank, I got you.
