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The two new fish died today. I'm glad that fish have tiny brains, and so can't feel much, because I'm pretty sure they starved to death. When Sonja bought them, she didn't realize they didn't eat the same food as Ferdinand had. I got some "weekend food" from Miranda, but they never really seemed to go for it.
I suppose it's for the best - I never really loved them. I don't think I ever could love a fish that wasn't ugly. They were never really named, in my heart. I looked at them and had to remind myself they were named - but a name without love to seal is it meaningless. The only time I felt any love for them was when I scooped them in my hands this morning, to throw them out. Poor things.