The pet I'll never forget: Bruno was a gorgeous fish. He comforted me through a painful breakup

I fed him when I was struggling to look after myself - and he watched as I became a much happier, more liberated person I first had goldfish as a child: two lived in a little pond we had made out of a kitchen sink in the garden. But I always worried I had accidentally killed them. I have a vague memory of taking our guinea pig, Stripey, down to meet the fish, holding him over the pond to see them, and his poo landing almost straight in their mouths. They died shortly afterwards. So I never thoug...