I had just changed his water, and maybe I made it too hot. I grabbed his pellets fromthe cabinet, and he was darting around his bowl. The little fella even blew a bubble at me! I dropped his pellets in, then went to put them back in the cabinet. I talked to my grandmother about something, and when I wet back into my room... he was motionless at the bottom of the bowl. I shook it, hoping he was just playing dead. He wasn't. Needless to say, I cried. Go to fishie heaven, bud. There's more fleas there than you could ever eat. I'll miss you...