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For more years than we can figure, two Gouramis watched over my shoulder as I worked on the computer, or bookselling stuff, or the many science fair projects that came out of our basement. They were well kept, as fish go, with little more attention required than the twice-a-day feeding and occasional cleaning. They never even received names as such, being refered to simply as the "Fish". One died sometime in the summer of 2001 and the other followed just before Christmas of the same year. They certainly weren't as much of a companion as other pets, but they still were an important part of the family and the space where the tank sat seems a little empty. |