KeithRichards, my aggressive, immortal, guitar-playing* zebra danio has just died at the age of six and a half years. He had a good life – he was top of the tank, leader of the pack, and didn’t take guff from anyone, not even fish five times his size. He was the last of the original fish, the ones who started the tank when I got it so long ago.
I couldn’t bring myself to toss him in the compost like all the others over the years, so I buried him out in the backyard.
* Not really.