I'm back from my trip. More on that later. Had a bit of a crisis last night. Pablo's tank overturned on my way home from picking him up at Mom's. Everything appears to be OK now. But it really freaked me out. It was like a nightmare.
I stopped the car in the middle of the road. Almost all the water had spilled out of the tank. I was hoping Pablo hadn't fallen out, but I didn't see him inside. Then I saw him in the floorboard. He flopped. I didn't know what to do. Would it hurt him if I touched him? I had no idea.
He flopped again. I saw a small piece of paper in the passenger's seat and gently slipped it underneath him. I put him back in the tank. There was barely enough water for him to sit in until we got home. He couldn't swim anywhere.
When I got home, I transferred him over to a bowl. I examined his tank and there was a small crack in the very top of it, but it was above the water line. So I cleaned out his tank and put fresh water in it. I dropped a food pellet into the bowl and he ate it, so I figured that was a good sign.
I was very worried all night. Still am. Pablo acted scared of me. He was staying away from me. Usually when I come near his tank, he swims over to me. But last night, he was swimming away. He was also resting a lot, being very still mostly just lying at the bottom of his tank.
This morning when I got out of the shower, he was darting around a bit like he usually does. I fed him three pellets and he ate them. Then I came home at lunch to check on him. He was swimming around a bit. I think fish have short memories. I hope.
He's still sleeping a lot this afternoon. Maybe he's resting from all the excitement. Or maybe he didn't get any rest being in a new atmosphere over the weekend. Or maybe he's injured. I don't know.
I don't know what I would do if something happened. He livens up this otherwise lonely place. Seeing my little friend lying on the floorboard flopping around yesterday was about the saddest sight I can think of.
Please let him be OK.