Certainly not from the guy I used to get ours from.
I'd shove the kids out to school – "But mummy, that fish is looking really wobbly, I want to stay and look after him..." – then leap into action.
Quick sprint to Islington market, buy another fish. "No, not that one. The fat one with the black bit. Oh, no! that one behind the weed is better..."
Home with vaguely similar fish. Insert in tank. Dispose of wobbly fish, now Indisputably dead. Fetch child. "Look, mummy, I think he's feeling better. He's even got a new black bit on his tail."
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