I feel as if I shouldn't even own a goldfish. I shut the end of poor Zeke's tail in the door about an hour ago. You never heard such a scream in your life. He was holding it strange (well, duh. I shut it IN THE FREAKING DOOR), and I called the vet immediately. He was dropped off at the vet within 30 minutes of it happening. He's there now, they didn't have an opening but took him and the vet will fit him in when she can. He was holding and wagging what looked like normal to me when I brought out his leash to leave, but I want it x-rayed. I. Totally. Suck.