I should never own pets

I have three mutant (not pure breed) goldfish. They are sick. Either their tails are red in colour with blood veins popping out, floating upside down, or laying at the bottom of the tank breathing heavily. You might think now that I am a bad pet owner. On the contrary, I am not a veterinarian, and I have no clue what else I can do to save them. I tried all the tricks in the book. I looked up solutions on the internet. I also talked to dumb asses that work at pet stores that claim they know fish life cycle and common diseases from the back of their heads. However, they know nothing, and I stopped caring.

My mom asks me every time she sees me feeding them, “Are those fish going to die already?” I tell her, “No clue. They are over 4 or 5 years old. I think they are too old to die that easily. I think they need more than a disease to kill them.” Obviously I am not going to kill them. It’s not my place. I just don’t want to feel guilty and the reason for their death. Let God decide that. I will just do the minimal supervision of keeping them full. They eat normally. Which surprises the hell out of me.

Since my pet goldfishes remind me of death every time I look at them, I just turn my attention to the one and only Squibby. He is a mighty fine turtle. A bit dirty though, but he has a fun personality. I like to set him out to walk around, and watch him hide from me in various corners of the room. He sounds like a poor soul, doesn’t he?

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WRONG! these pictures are worth my finger that he almost bit a chunk off yesterday. He might be cute, but DAMN violent. Why every time I get a pet, they end up sick or violent!? Is it the water? Or is it just me?

Confused, Squibby, They said what?, Whatever!