Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
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Tuesday, Jan. 06, 2004 - 3:27 a.m.
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Goldfish are NOT Bibelots!!
This is just a tiny blab, cuz of course since it is past 3am, I am ready to actually DO something.
I am just so sickened. It is a small thing. But there is a shop on a streetcorner near my place. It is in a halfbasement, so it has windows at sidewalk level... usually showing off stuff like little skater shorts, and cutie little tops with limegreen flowers on them. But for the past month, yes, month, or more, there has been a little setup of fishbowls.
A nice little pyramid thingie, with perhaps 5 on the bottom, then 4 then three ... you get the look. Little glass bowls maybe 6 inches in diameter. Each with a little orange goldfish.
And nothing else. Just a fish per bowl. No gravel. No plant, nothing. I guess it is supposed to look "clean".
But it is anything but. They left those poor fish in the bowls while the shit accumulated and the water turned various shades of sliminess. Just after Christmas I actually took a picture, because more than half the fish were dead and floating.
I thought. Stupid asses. They think live animals are bibelots (that means dust-gathering doodads for you anglophones). But at least now that most have died, they will replace them with something else... maybe skater shorts with pink and red hearts for the season.
No. Today I walked by and there were all new swimming goldfish and the bowls were once again pristinely clean. No snail, no gravel, no plant. Glass and clear water and fish. And some are bigger fish this time. Just so they can be MORE miserably understimulated and overshit and overbreathe their water faster.
I don't know what to do. Part of me thinks, fuck it, stupid people kill off goldfish through neglect everyday. But at least most TRY to make an aquarium with some quality of life for said fish. And they treat them like a living being, not pile them up in a shop window that sells skater clothes. On the sunny side of the street no less.
Is it stupid to call the SPCA for mistreatment of goldfish? Should I get the photos developed and confront the manager and say how incredibly bad it looks for their store when people watch their fish die 24/7 in barren fishbowls in the window?
I dunno. But I see them two to five times a day and it is fucking disturbing I tell ya. I don't think I can stand another month of watching them wither and then float. glll. little opaque fish eyes going slimey. gllll.
ps, I just googled goldfish, and I wasn't mistaken... here is the info on goldfish people:
Life Expectancy of Fish by:�PetPlace StaffGot that peoples?? A goldfish can live nearly TWICE the age of my St-Bernard. Treat em with a little respect.Most people are aware that dogs live around 8 to 12 years and cats live about 12 to 14 years. But what about fish? When most people decide to add fish to their home, life expectancy is usually not considered.
The longest lived of all the popular freshwater fish is the goldfish. If provided proper feeding and a clean, healthy environment, these fish can live up to 15 years. The oldest reported goldfish actually lived into his 30s.
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