We bought Wesley a beta fish a little over 3 years ago at our local Walmart and he had been such an easy pet. We were surprised that the thing managed to live so long. So, bad story, I'm a fish murderer. We were leaving for camping on Saturday afternoon so on Friday I thought it would be a wonderful idea to make a batch of brownies to bring along with us on our camping trip. I was in the kitchen pulling down a stack of heavy mixing bowls (which are glass) and I set them on the kitchen counter rather harshly. Long story short, the big bowl hit the fish bowl and the fish bowl broke. Fish came tumbling across the counter and onto the floor. It was just laying there barely moving so I grabbed a mixing bowl and put water in it really quickly to keep it alive. Apparently the water I used was extremely cold and Noah was fighting for life. I warmed it up a bit with warm water but it was too late. Not sure if he died from the big fall or from the ice cold water.
The interesting thing about this is that Wesley was at his grandma's house when this happened. Jimmie and I were worried how he was going to handle all of this. He actually didn't notice until yesterday, a whole 5 DAYS LATER, that the fish and the bowl were gone. He asked "mommy, uh, where's Noah?" I told him he died and he said "oh."