(In Loving Memory of Little Strong One 19/04/2007)
Here I introduce the new addition to my fish collection - his name is Little Strong One... that's what I call him, and you'll know why.
He's been sick for perhaps more than two months - his thoughtless owner decided to throw him into a tank containing a female fighter - needless to say that he was ripped to pieces - when I saw him back in his own tank, he was in shock and bleeding. I have never seen a fish bled before. He survived the aftermath, but he's never recovered. Up until a few days ago, he was still living in poor water conditions (green with algae), and he looked miserable. His owner said impassionately that he was a gone-case; he wasn't eating, and said that maybe I wanted to take care of him. I did.
The photo's a bit blurry, but you can see how emaciated he is; he's eaten very little, but he's hanging on.
What amazes me is his willpower to live. A creature so small who's undergone so much trauma is hanging on by a thread, and yet we humans do not appreciate life for what it is.
I've named him Little Strong One, for two reasons: the name fits him, and he would remind myself that however hard the road is in life, whatever difficulties I face, as long as there is life, then there is always hope.
This is for you and me, Little Strong One. :)