Hello all; I moved from Northwestern Indiana to Central Florida 12 days ago. I was making the jump from home life to living with my boyfriend of 2 years. After cutting down on the fishkeeping in preparation for the move, I had a total of 17 fish left to move. On the day of packaging, I was in such a rush that I had to save the box by giving one of my bettas (who was in a leaking bag along with an oto) to my friend. Hopefully he is doing well, since I never checked in. Anyway, that's Synapse -- an orange VT.
I got up at 5:45 am just to arrive at the airport at 10:34 am. I sat there waiting for my flight until 2:19 pm. After the 2 hour long flight that covered 1,293 miles between my past and my future, I arrived at my new home. I had a great night filled with a cookout and a new welcoming family. When I woke up the next day, I was excited for the package. Instead, I got a note saying that I needed to walk up to the Post Office since the box had been damaged. I had breather bags and thought that one had popped, but no. It was the bag that carried my filter media in which I was going to reuse. The man told me that, even though the box was damaged, the fish were fine. Sure ...
I was an idiot. I forgot to put in the heat packs. During the rush and the buzz, it had slipped my mind. It was 13F when I shipped out my fish. Sure, they were coming to 70+F weather, but it was too late. Since Syn's bag was leaking, him and the oto survived. Unfortunately, it was not the same fate for my tropicals. My 5 goldfish were alive and well. A bit wore out from the move, but alright in the end. My 3 female bettas and 2 males died, along with my 2 platies, molly, three-line cory, and angelfish. My angelfish ... Echo ... I had him since he was the size of a dime. He was so sweet and never ate any platy fry or picked on anyone. He was the size of my fist when I shipped him -- body wise I mean. His fins were so long and perfect, not a single tear or nip. He was gorgeous and the first angel I ever had. It was my fault that they all died.
Dustin was a male copper red wash butterfly HMDTPK. Patriot was a male blue cambodian VT. Traditional was a female traditional betta colored combtail. Then I had two new girls that I never got to name, so tiny and young. Both marble cambodians, an orange butterfly CT and a blue/purple VT. I miss them all so much.
I am very happy where I am now, but it's complicated. Now I'm moving back up North with my boyfriend for 6 months, then moving back down. We're not bringing the fish, so his family is going to take care of them. It's so stressful and heartbreaking. 6 months without fish? 6?! I don't think I can survive. xD
Here's the fish in the following order: Patriot, Dustin, Synapse, Echo, and Traditional. I don't have any pictures of the new girls, but you can see the orange cambodian in one picture of Echo -- along with Traditional. Rest in peace guys ... <3
I think I'll miss you most of all Echo. <3 <3
**Don't worry about the goldfish being in the tank with the tropicals. It was a temporary arrangement and everyone was fine.**