His name is Puffy, not real original I know. I tired calling him Mr.Limpet, the older folks here may remember him, the movie, and also Mick after Mick Jagger, whom Puffy surely resembles, but it just always came back to Puffy which he seems to like.
He has the most beautiful blue green marbled eyes so large they take up most of his face and 2 buck teeth that make him so endearing. When we first met he moved slowly across that tank with those eyes on me something he would do daily over the next decade. He's a kind fish, never a bully, good natured and sweet.
In the early morning hours he likes to do his puffer thing and puff up. Its kind of a scary thing for me to see cause he always looks like he's gonna burst. Isn't nature wonderful? Weirdly wonderful.
2009 was a humbling year for me with a new appreciation for the littlest of tasks- like walking the stairs. My tank is upstairs in our sitting room and for 3 months I could not get up to see Puffy. Husband tried to care for the tank but he was doing absolutely everything here and working and helping me too so my tank suffered. First Foxy passed, my foxface, Puffys best friend.
I knew Puffy was an old fish and was hoping he would be ok. I climbed the stairs Mothers Day 09 to find my Puffy laying on the sand. He saw me enter the room and swam slowly up to greet me. I put my hand on the tank glass as I had done countless times as he swam to "touch" me.
Puffy then took to the sand where he would not get up again. Within a few days he was gone. I believe he was waiting to see me again before letting go. Perhaps I am delusional or perhaps I know that I loved my Puffy and he knew that too.
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