This is Pac. His unique characteristic is that when he’s hungry and he sees a person just outside his bowl, he’ll swim quickly back and forth to beg for food. Other than that, I really can’t tell how he’s feeling, if he’s happy, sad, or indifferent. He’s a hardy little fellow, though. He’s lived by far the longest of all the goldfish we had. When we moved six hours north last year, he survived the long drive in a plastic bag inside his bowl, nestled in the front of the Uhaul next to the rabbits.
Our goldfish is named Pac, after 2Pac, the rapper. Originally there were three fish: Biggie, Dre, and Pac. They were a christmas present from my brother-in-law to my sons. My advice, for uncles and everyone else really: if you are going to get a pet for some very young children, get their parents OK first. With any gift, its the thought that counts, but when that gift is a living breathing creature, its the thought that counts even more. [As an aside, the same goes for giving plants as a mother’s day gift. Make sure the mother being gifted really wants another thing to feed and care for.]
Anyway, goldfish do take some care and I think the bowl might have been on the small side for three fish. Before we could get a good routine going of cleaning and changing the water, Biggie and Dre both died. I optimistically brought home another goldfish as a replacement ‘friend’ but that one unfortunately had a parasite and also died.
So, now its just Pac. He’s cool. He likes water and fish food and swimming.