Sadly for poor Vanilla we have no where to bury our 'extended family' like we did at the old house (for risk of being dug up and eaten by a certain dog) and so he had to trundle off to the great big rubbish dump in the sky (I'm sure he will fulfil some type of life journey and be a good meal for a seagull somewhere).
If it wasn't bad enough that Chips now alone, she has also been 'downgraded' from her flashy tank down to a standard bowl. We had moments of trying to decide if we should give her away but after nearly having her 2 years there was just no way I could part with her.
However so far, 1 new bowl = 1 unhappy fish.
(Note: Chips isn't that big - she is magnified in the bowl!)
She needs to count herself lucky anyway, because the way Denver has been sitting there intently watching her each day means she could have a much worse fate!