My puffer, Captain Clack, passed this morning after the very stressful event of jumping the tank and puffing with air. I came home that day and he was still bloated (but otherwise eating) I had to make him puff up again to get the remaining air out...and well, guess all the stress got to him.
I only had him for a brief period of time. When I got him, it was a pity buy, he had
ICH and was in a cramped dirty tank with a few sick others. But I cleared him up of all his ailments and he happily buzzed around the tank. He even just started to recognize me as "FOOD!!!" and enjoyed following all my movements in the room.
I buried him within the salt marsh behind our research lab this morning, a burial fit for a Captain!