I just returned from my honeymoon with my wonderful Blakey a couple days ago. I love being married to him, he's so great. Of course I was in complete bliss. Then when I get to my parent's house, my mom pulls me aside and tells me that before I go into my room there was something I should know. It turns out that Garth and Kiwi both passed away while I was gone getting married and on the honeymoon.

I couldn't believe it. I was crushed. I just sat there and bawled on Blake's shoulder for a very long time. They said they almost lost Pistachio too. He was so weak he couldn't get away from the filter intake and kept getting sucked onto it. But my dad took some quick emergency action, for which I am very proud of him (he isnt' really a fish person). So far Stachi seems ok... but I'm very worried about him. And he seems so lonely in that big tank all by himself

I hope he makes it.
Those puffers were more than just fish to me. They were my first fish. They came to me at the hardest time of my life. When I felt like I was completely alone and had no friends in the world, I would go down and play with them, and I knew they loved me in their own fishy way. They were my best friends at times. My mom said that they were my little angels and they left when I had a new angel (my husband) to take care of me.
I can't believe they are gone. Rest in peace, my dear sweet angels, my adorable little girl and my big silly boy. I love you forever. You'll always be in my heart. Thank you for changing my life and pulling me through the hard times. I miss you terribly already.