Today, the day after Friday the 13th, I discovered my 2 tigers face down jaw open and eating sand.. That means they were dead.
Although i have no names for you, the 2 of you are my favourite tigers. Your colours ILLUMINATED the tank keeping it lively. Although you guys had your territorial disputes within the torturous space I kept you in, you were best of friends. Towards the end of your time, you were neglected and bullied but i was too blind to see.. and care.. I will always miss your running from the blood parrots who always only tried to kiss the both of you and you knocking into the tank wall because of that. I will also miss the way you always take revenge by stealing the market prawns from the parrots mouth.
Chances are, you guys were killed by the sea bass who has added u to its long list of mistaken dinner. Dont worry though, one day you will meet him again, when hes all eaten to the bone with even the eyes gourged out, you will meet him again, in the mean time, rest in peace we all miss you in the tank.
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