Black Friday marks the the 3rd anniversary of our goldfish's homecoming. After three unsuccessful attempts in as many weeks to populate the 5-gallon fish tank Emily got as a birthday present following our dog, Cheney, being put to sleep, I ran into a college student working late at Wal-mart who taught me a thing or two about goldfish. He kindly picked out a decent one from the $.38 tank that didn't have any obvious flaws and sent me home with more accessories. The rest is history. With almost weekly tank cleaning and a proper feeding schedule, along with no tank mates, the fish has flourished and has more than tripled in size into something quite beautiful. He/she measures almost 5" long to the tip of the tail fin. 
The funny thing about the fish is that up until recently it has not had a name, and I have primarily been the sole caretaker. About 6 weeks ago, Emily suddenly decided the fish was a girl and named her "Rachel" after her best friend at school. It is now Emily's responsibility to make sure the fish is fed after breakfast.I have actually become somewhat attached to this fish and will probably be sad when she finally goes belly up. Until then, she is the perfect, quiet, low-maintenance pet that brightens up our kitchen!
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Pretty cool, Megan! My parents have had a goldfish for years and years and...they started it in their outdoor pond and would move it in every winter but now they just keep him inside year round.
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