I know this might seem so fucking silly but I need to tell someone. I've had my black moor Peter for 2 years and I just came home from work to find him dead. I know it's just a fish but when my mental health was at its lowest he was something that helped bring me back. I fed him every morning, first thing and it helped me feel a purpose. It's how I started my day and my therapist agreed that activation led to motivation and was behind my weird placebo that kickstarted productivity. It gave me a small joy to see my little fish happy out munching away. That miniscule objective helped me so much and I just feel such a heavy sadness that this little guy is gone. So thanks to my little fishy Peter for pulling me out of the darkness, he may have been just a fish but that little guy done more for me than he'll ever know.
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