This is a picture of Fido, our fish. We got Fido 3 years ago as a present to our now 9 yr old when our youngest daugther was born. He was about 3 inches long when we bought him, and grew to 16 inches. My husband taught him to wag his tail fin to get food, swim from one side of the tank to the other, and a couple of other tricks.
Fido has had a long history of anger management with others. If we put another fish in the tank with him, he always ate them. The cats loved to get on top of the tank and taunt Fido. He always rammed the side of the tank to get back at them.
On Sunday night, the cat got his paw in the tank and Fido jumped out of the tank and landed back in the tank going after Eeyore. I told my husband he was going to have to get a lock for the lid.
On Monday afternoon we came in and Fido was on the opposite side of the office, about 10 ft. from the tank. He had tried to attack the cat. Joe got him back in the tank and he was still alive. We think he was out of the water about 45 minutes. He did not make it through the night.
The next morning Joe got him out of the tank, wrapped him in a baby blanket, put some fish food in the box and buried him. My husband is torn up, and we have yet to tell our 9 yr old. She will not be back until this weekend and she is going to take it hard. So yall pray for me to be able to tell this to her, and to deal with my husband who is a basketcase. (Fido was always his favorite of the 5 animals we have.)