You were always the strongest of goldfish, the strongest I've ever seen. When all the other goldfish died from a disease within the tank, you were the only surviver. Twice it happened, and twice you survived, but not you breath your very last breath. You were a fighter, always holding on the life, the life you cherrished so much. And now, due to my lack of judgment and selfishness, poisoned water fills your lungs, and you will soon be no more but a memory. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, and didn't admire you sooner in your life. I'm sorry I didn't take proper care of you, and saw you as only a puny aquatic pet, and not a friend. I know realize how much you mean to me, but I'm too late. I'm still hoping that somehow you will pull through...but I have seen many goldfish fall the same way you are at this moment. If a third miracle of your outstanding strength fails, then I wish you the best of afterlifes, and perhaps a better life later on, where you will be far from me and my trechery. Join your brothers and sisters in peace, and tell them all how sorry I am. I swear by your death to never take up another pet, for I am not worthy or responsible enough to carry such a task. Pezz, my dearest friend who lived within my room for so many years, who escaped your first evil home of as a fair ground prize, rest easy, and let your emense soul and spirit soar on in the neverending stream of life.
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