My many faces of fish death

I lose my shit when I lose a fish. Even when I know it’s coming. Tiger was sick for over a month, spent days just laying on the bottom of the tank. A couple times I thought he was dead and it was only when I was trying to scoop him out with the net that he twitched and hung on for a few more days. But when he actually died? Oh my goodness. I reacted as if I found out my dad got hit by a bus. I ugly cried for HOURS. And while I’m crying, I say the craziest things. I tried to illustrate it for you in this comic:

faces of fish death

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Hello, I’m Kerry! Maker. Sewist. Fan of all things bright.

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