We didn't even name it. And it died today. Even if it was just a small insignificant goldfish, it still meant a lot, having it around, even through the smallest interactions. Walking by the tank and pausing to look at it. Seeing it, whether accidentally or not during meals. It wasn't jitterish like the other fish we have, as it had been with us for a long time. It even let us touch it whenever we cleaned the tank it lived in. Just makes me sad now that it's gone