Today was a very sad day. Today one of my plecos passed away. He was named pleco [long e sound]. R.I.P Some people think it was just a fish but I belive all life is equal and some may wonder why I care so much. Its because of my love for all things, big or small or in the middle.
I had a ghost knife that would eat out of my hand every night. I would stick my hand in the tank and he would instantly come straight to me and start swimming between my fingers. Then a terrible accident happened, the air pump stopped working and the water started back flowing out of the air tubing. By the time I got home the whole tank was dry and I lost every fish except for a betta who lived because he could breath air, and an angelfish that somehow managed to get in a small puddle of water.