I got home from work today and I was crushed to see my beloved PK unmoving. I knew he wasn't well, but I didn't think he was that bad. Damn those parasites, if I hadda known how bad you were I'd have kept you in treatment for two weeks! A month!
I'll miss seeing your grouchy face, flaring at my pencil, or my mug of coffee. Oh PK, I'll miss you so. Even Champagne will miss you.
When I bought you, I thought you were a female. You bobbed along in the sorority, and lo, you were flaring! And wildly! I looked and looked, and sure enough, no egg spot, big gills, you were a male plakat.
I saw you hiding in the horribly over crowded disease infested tank. A stunning find that I knew I would love. And now, my dearest PK, you are gone.
You had 5 months of happy days, live plants, more live plants, balmy temperature, and all the bloodworms you could steal. You even had a taste of live shrimp. I was so cross! But I'd give you a shrimp every week if you would only come back to me.
Farewell my dear mustard gas beauty, you had far too short a life.