The other day I went to the pet store because one of my friends decided that he needed a goldfish. I scoffed at the idea, but upon arriving at said pet store, and gazing into the tank for a few minutes, I became entranced with a little loveable scamp that I promptly named Spanky. He looks like this--black with little bug eyes.

I had already picked out the tank I planned to purchase when I noticed that Spanky was looking a littled peaked. He was clearly one of those fish that dies within 24 hours of getting home. I got really depressed and went home. But I can't stop thinking about Spanky. He's probably dead by now, but I am thinking about getting a Spanky2. I'm not sure if I can handle that kind of responsibility, though. What a tough decision I am facing.