Well, it happened. Mar-Mar lost a long and difficult battle with fin rot and cotton disease and heaven knows what else. We tried to medicate, we tried to change water, we tried fishy cheering dances. We could not save him.
Mar-Mar, you were a good fish. A busy fish. A fish who spoke up at editorial meetings. A fish who loved to dance. A fish who hid in his plant. A fish who once jumped into a sink. A fish who spoke volumes with a single, mysterious popping noise. A fish we will miss.