After weeks of trying to preserve his life and looking all over for answers, he seemed like he could make it, but he didn't. I don't know why or how. I thought I did everything right. But this morning, seeing his motionless body drift lightly in the breeder box I used to protect him, I just........ I don't know. It's a fish, one that never seemed to like me, but I still failed once again. I hate burying things I care about. I don't know if I should even care for them at all.