DS won a goldfish at a fair 6 years ago. (He was not with me - I do not approve of live animals being given as prizes but he came home clutching it)
I bought it a tank rather than the pitiful bowl it came with. And a top of the range filter, a snazzy air pump, some ornaments, gravel, plants, food and after a while some little friends (World's most expensive game of Hook a Duck ever IMO)
Over the last 6 years he thrived and was king of the tank and was about 8 inches long and actually had a personality (honestly). I fed him, cleaned him out and recently bought him an upgraded tank.
Anyway he got dropsy a week or so ago. I've been giving him epsom salt baths, antibiotics and peas but he was getting worse so this morning whilst DS was at school I euthanized him. Obviously I told DS he just went quietly to sleep and is in fishy heaven rather than that I murdered him with clove oil but I feel awful.
DS is upset of course but I am gutted. I never expected to bond with a fish. I know it's just a fish and far, far worse things happen but I keep thinking maybe another few salt baths or some more antibiotics and he would have pulled through :( AIBU to be stupidly upset by the demise of a fish? I actually just feel a bit fragile full stop at the moment so maybe it's everything else but I just want to go to bed and have a cry under the duvet