CruX
Fish Crazy
So the day came for us to move the tank and I managed to net most of the fish and start to empty the tank ready to go. There was a 3 buckets of dechlorinated water at the new house waiting for my filter and the 2 small filters I had been running in the tank in case time dragged on and things didn't go to plan. Unfortunately things happened I couldn't plan for. My better half was at the new house waiting for me when she became ill and needed an urgent doctors appointment, which involved me dropping everything and leaving the fish bagged up in buckets and a few fish in 6 inches of water while I raced 40 minutes to the new house and back to the doctors before heading back to the new house and dropping the missus and children and heading back for the tank. I was stressed as I should have grabbed the fish and put them in the bucket with a filter but in the commotion I forgot and they had been sat in bags for over 3 hours by the time I returned. Thats when I noticed the gourami bag had sprung a leak, I managed to save the moonlit gourami but the rest were dead, including my sons favourite chocolate gouramies, I don't know how the moonlit survived but I frantically dumped him into the tank convinced I had imagined him moving. Eventually I caught the remainder of the fish and emptied the last of the tank, only to struggle get the tank and the stand to fit in the car, which I knew it did fit as I had fit in it there when I bought it. Eventually we called for help and got the stand in someone elses car. We drove the 40 minutes and as soon as I came through the door my beloved grabbed the bags of fish off me and released them into the buckets then grabbed the filters and set them up in the buckets. Unfortunately my delaying meant a few of the barbs and danios had given up and died. It was witha heavy heart I filled up with water and put the survivors in the tank. The only decor I have in there now is several bits of bogwood, I can't bring myself to get the rest of the ornaments in there. I just feel like a failure, living things depended on me for survival and I let them down and it resulted in their deaths. I just feel so ashamed. All I have been doing over the past few days is monitering the levels and doing the odd water change. The family have tried to cheer me up and get me to look on the bright side by saying that at least I can go out and choose new fish but I don't feel I should do. I need to start doing some soul searching and decide if I should give it all up or not.
