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What kind of a dumbbell buys a goldfish and doesn’t buy goldfish food? The dumb son of the dumb mother that bought goldfish food for the poor hungry goldfish, only to discover that the goldfish was food for the bigger fish. Yeah, dumb and dumber. How was I to know? Sure, I could have mentioned to my son that I was buying fishfood for his … fishfood. But I never dreamed that he was feeding his fish live fish. What kind of a sick, twisted household am I running here where we feed living things to our pets? Next thing I know he’ll be buying live squirrels for the dog to eat for dinner.

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What really annoys me is that I stressed all day Sunday about it until I could stand it no longer and went and bought the poor little fish some food. Fred was his name. My eight-year-old granddaughter named him. Rest in Peace dear Fred, we hardly knew ye.

Once you name it, it's a pet, not food.
And to quote from a famous movie, "Fish are friends, they aren't food"
(Bruce the shark, Finding Nemo)