I'm working on an art project and would like people to tell the names of there childhood goldfish, and how they died and how they were disposed of or any funny stories relating to goldfish. Would really appreciate this.
My brother & I had goldfish, his was called Sonic and mine was Tails. The only thing I remember about them was when my grandma was looking after us one evening, and Sonic somehow jumped out of the fish bowl. My brother picked him up and put him back in and he was fine. The look on my grandma's face is something I will never forget, haha. They died of natural causes/'old age' as far as I can recall.
My two goldfish are called "Lucky" and "Bastards". Why? Because when we found them, they were pretty much living in filth. Since we've taken them in, they've taken a few turns for the worse, but we've had them for about 10 years or so, and they're still kicking.
I also won one at the fair once and I don't remember bringing it home. I guess it passed away on the way home? Hmm... Anywho, yeah, I don't actually remember giving it a name that night, so by default I guess it's name was John Goldfish. >.>
I had a gold fish once. He didnt have a name. Never understood why some people name fish. I mean if you think about it, names are meant to be used in conjunction with a response. For instance "Goat, hand me that blanket"....or "ice, sit! Good boy". But a Fish... well a fish just doesn't do tricks, it wont bring you anything or even really respond...instead it'll just kinda swim around in a circle and for lack of better words... exist.
So my gold fish didnt have a name. It was a regular ol' fancy goldfish, the ones with the pretty tails and what not. One summer day it was breaching the 110 degree mark and getting fairly sweltering outside. At the time when I was younger, we didnt really run the cooler hardly at all. So what my mom would do for the fish was drop ice cubes in there to lower the Bowl Temperature.
So on this disgustingly hot day... she went to put a few ice cubes in the bowl, apparently the fish thought she was gonna feed it and it came to the surface while she was dropping the Cubes. The cube fell, apparently made contact with its head, and the fish went upside down.....kaput.
at least thats the story she told me. I honestly dont remember what we did with it. Knowing me we probably buried the body in the garden. I always felt that flushing fish down the toilet was disrespecting the dead.
My brothers and I had a bunch of different goldfish. The first one we had was named Sgt. Slaughter after the GI Joe because he had stripe-like patterns. We had a couple named Jet Chan and Jackie Lee, and a bunch I don't remember the names of.
When I lived in upstate new york, I had a Gold Fish named Las Vegas, I also had a fish that would clean out the tank (whatever they are called) named casino. They both died right before I moved down to florida.