He had this way of cheering me up, too. When I was feeling down, I would often sit in front of his tank and watch him. And, as odd as this sounds, it was as if he could sense my murky mood. Each time -without fail- he would swim over to me and....are you ready for this?...he would make funny faces at me! Am I kidding you? No, I am not! I swear by god. He would do this thing with his lips, pooching them in and out. It was hysterical. Oh, how we would laugh! Crazy, crazy, crazy fish. Incredibly special.
Of course, everyone knows that goldfish usually die after just a short time (I've never understood why people marvel at this as if it is some huge mystery), but not my Morpheus: he held his breath for almost four years! Didn't I say he was special?