I hope this ends well. I lost my favorite fish Tuesday. He was a tremendous Lunare Wrasse who would glow electric blue in a barely describe able fashion whenever he was happy. I had both my sump and recirc pumps fail me Thursday of last week. I was able to keep the temperature stable and currents going via added power heads and airstones during the emergency. Sunday I was able to replace both pumps after a total tank breakdown and changed out all of my substrate for new aragonite as it was approaching the decade old mark. The live rock all went back into the tank with the fishies Sunday evening. Monday morning and everyone is accounted for and happy except for Larry the Lunare Wrasse. He was coiled up in a (only one in the tank) big conch skeleton he used to love. I hadn't seen him in there in ages, but as he could sometimes be a drama queen I simply attributed it to him being shocky and wanting to hide. Turns out he was stuck in the shell. I noticed because I was able to watch his respiration and it began to increase dramatically. I knew he was stuck when I tried very gently to help him wriggle out. Panic set in.
I called a very knowledgeable pal and he told me to break the shell immediately as it was Larrys only shot at survival. Understanding the dire state of affairs I filled up a five gallon bucked with clean warm sump water and set to work. I eventually became desperate after a twenty minutes of failure with light hammers and decided to pop it with my 5lb hand sledge (12" handle) Larry was already looking very bad by now. I broke the shell perfectly first hit with the 5lb hammer (my Jeremy Clarkson hammer) but Larry had died. Oh did I cry and cry. I buried him where I bury my fish that die in a cigar box and rolled over a nice big headstone for him. The tank seems very empty without his showstopping bobbing breast stroke. He would play so frequently in the jets and currents and OH how he loved to murder Gastropods! I am trying now to get into corals as I'm simply not the sort to "replace" a fish because personalities cannot be replaced. I hope if rebirth does occur, that he has already been reborn into a wild reef destined to live a life entirely free from captivity. It disgusts me that his last hours were spent stuck, and frightened.
So, companion of the coral reef do not despair as you will not endure a lonely existence as a sensitive soul, others are out there who also deeply love and bond with their animals.