Weed was a curious fish, who loved greeting people on the other side of the glass. He was particular too — after tank cleanings, he always thoroughly inspected the rocks and decor in his tank to make sure it was just the way he liked it. And, though he was born a fighting fish, he learned to tolerate his snail roommate, Coke.

He survived three moves, as well as once being referred to as a goldfish. Weed also (miraculously) survived being trapped in an aquarium ornament, though his dignity suffered for the next few days. For this, he was courageous.

As Weed grew older, he chose to spend more of his days lounging on plant leaves and hanging out in his cave. Despite being less active, his personality never left.

Some may say that Weed was just a fish, but he was more than just that. He was a friend. He was family. Weed’s fishy antics will always be missed, as his memory will always be cherished. 

Swim on, Weed.