We live in a flat, and we both agreed its a no to flushing or bin job, so I rang my parents and we buried him in a small jewelery box with "Zippy 2/11/11 - 18/12/11" on the lid. We even had a headstone made from lollypop sticks. Call us silly if you must.

I will be honest, and I will say, this 27 year old male shed a few tears over the matter a few times during the day. I think it was because I saw him at 7am full of life, to be woken at 11:30am to see him dead. He did have a fungal infection for about 2 weeks when we first got him (about a week after purchase). Other than that he always ate well, and seemed happy enough. Hiding in his little pot, waving his tail and fins like an excited child when he was going to be fed. I have no idea why he died, and to a certain degree I do not want to. I would feel awful if it was something we did wrong. All I hope is that he had a good life with us and that he did not suffer at the end.

He may have only been with us for 6 weeks, but he was a member of our family being the first pet me and my wife have owned together.

Thanks for taking the time to read this.