I inherited a fish not so long ago — an angelfish.
Never thought for a minute I could get close to a fish but Angel was a bit special.
She arrived complete with 24x12ins tank and all the gubbins … thermometer … filtration unit … water heater … shiny toys … plants and a fine bridge to nowhere.
Never kept fish before but I thought it would be easy.
Had the water tested n treated … took advice on food n feeding … joined in fishy forums on the net … did everything I could think of to bone up on fishy matters … all to no avail.
I always thought she was trying to tell me sumthin when she purred over to the front of the tank on her side-fins where she would hold station and fix me with her beady eye …
If only fish could talk … she might not be sealed in her tin coffin and buried under the blue angel holly tree in my front garden today —
M-mmm — ‘Aries’ – my birth sign – perhaps a ‘Pisces’ baccy tin would have been more appropriate.
Couldn’t think what to do with her tank until I saw a plant growing in a jar someplace —
I learned a new word that day — ‘terrarium’ — the art of keeping small plants in glass vessels.
So here we have it – built into her former home —
my garden of remembrance for ol’ Angel — may she rest in peace —