Hmm. Suicide stories.
Okay, number one:
Fish the Goldfish: This fish was acquired at a carnval because I had crapping good aim and managed to get a ball into a fishbowl. So, home came fish. Fish then got a big tank to himself with one or two little companions, where he grew and grew... and grew for 8 years.
He was eatin' size, I tell ya. Anyway, his hood got left open one day, the cat jumped up, the fish jumped out.
Of COURSE the cat didn't even take a test nibble of the fish. But eh.
Tang, the tang: (Creative naming scheme, eh? When you own several hundred fish, you tend not to name them more than "breed, the breed ;p") Tang wiggled his way into a bad decoration and committed suicide that way. Poor Tang.
Then we have a Koi, who belonged to one of my mother's water gardens customer's. (This is why we had hundreds and hundreds of fish. We bred/sold them on top of having our own precious little babies...) This Koi, I dunno if he had a name, decided to leap from my mothers arms while he was being transferred while the pond was being cleaned.
He fell 5 feet, hit concrete. "Died". My mother gave the durned thing CPR. I kid you not.
The worst part is, it -worked-.
So he was an attempted suicide. He lived quite happily for a few more years after that incident.
Thats all the cool/major suicides. We have the standard "Playing with filter and decided to stick nose in it and get stuck" ones.
I have a cool rescue story, on a nicer note: Lucky the Eel. He used to be bait when my mother went fishing for stripped bass, but my mother brought him home in the eel bucket, since he was too scrawny to make good bait.
I found him outside (where my mother tends to forget they are there and they dry out when their water evaporates..) and I ran to daddy clinging the eel. >.>
So home came Lucky the Eel. He got his own ten gallon tank and grew to be 2 or so feet long, before he was released back into his natural habitat.
Becca