I over-medicated our fish maybe about 20(?) years ago. When I noticed that the little ones were dying, I scooped the rest into a bowl until I could change the aquarium water before any others died. It was sad, because it was my fault. But the interesting thing was that I laid the dead ones on a napkin on the counter by the sink, so I could bury them in the yard after dinner.
We had fish sticks. It was the first time I made the connection between animals designated as pets and animals designated as food. And it might have been the last time I ate fish (which I would only eat if in unrecognizable breaded shapes). But it took a few more years before I made that connection with farmed animals. Anyway, it was the death of those overmedicated fish that was one event that started me on my path toward veganism, even if it wasn’t immediate. I hope it won’t take y’all as long as it took me.