Yesterday I gave my Blue Hippo Tang away. It was a difficult decision. Six years ago I bought him, he was the size of a quarter. We went through good times and bad, sickness and health, and he was always my favorite. He would greet me every morning, follow my finger around the tank. Sometimes I would catch him staring at me from across the room, as if I were the one on display.
It was clear that he was outgrowing my display. His lack of comfort was making me uncomfortable, he had grown to six inches (probably closer to seven).
My 110 gallon tank was no longer a suitable home for the fish I loved.
Today, I woke up and there was no blue blur to greet me at the glass, it made me sadder than I could ever have imagined about a fish.
Today, my former Tang woke up in a 500 gallon tank, hopefully happy and far more comfortable than he would have been with me.
He will be the last Tang I ever own.
It was clear that he was outgrowing my display. His lack of comfort was making me uncomfortable, he had grown to six inches (probably closer to seven).
My 110 gallon tank was no longer a suitable home for the fish I loved.
Today, I woke up and there was no blue blur to greet me at the glass, it made me sadder than I could ever have imagined about a fish.
Today, my former Tang woke up in a 500 gallon tank, hopefully happy and far more comfortable than he would have been with me.
He will be the last Tang I ever own.



