Ralf and Feesh were two very special goldfish. Sherrie's parent's bought them for Annalee as her first pets (thank goodness they weren't feeling extra generous!). She really enjoyed them; they made her happy. We bought them food and made sure to feed them often. Their little home was becoming increasingly dirty and we had yet to pick up a fish net to transfer them to a clean bowl. We ended up using a tea leaf strainer (they didn't have a net at Kroger's), and then cleaned out their bowl.
Feesh died first, most likely of shock that there was such a thing as clean water. We weren't sure if he was sleeping or really dead, so we left him over night, and in the morning he was dead, if not more dead. Poor little Ralf didn't know what to do with himself. He swam around a lot and most likely was really sad because Feesh had been thrown away and picked up by the garbage truck earlier that day. The solidarity of his existence was too much for him to handle, so he bubbled. (Frogs croak, right? So fishes bubble.)