My red veiltail betta, Clover (my mother suggested I name him Crimson, and it instantly reminded me of the song!), passed a few weeks ago. He was the betta that taught me proper betta care. I had him, along with the three betta before him, in a little vase with a plant on the top. I got a 5 gallon tank, and instantly overstocked it with 6 danios- I knew nothing about fish. After two years, and going through another betta, I decided to give the danios to a friend with a 20 gallon, and to put Clover in the five gallon. After he got much happier, and I decided to look into it, I discovered that he was in his rightful home, and soon became a betta fanatic-- researching everything. In fact, I could even say that Clover started my entire fish hobby, because it would be the truth. But, sadly, stupid, stupid me-- the year of living in a bowl finally caught up to him after only a few months in the five gallon, he died of ich. I like to think of his death as a good thing, though, because I rescued a betta who was being kept as a class pet, but I had to keep him in his horrid bowl because I didn't have proper tank space for him. Now Sushi is living quite happily in Clover's five gallon :(

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5 gallon: violet male veiltail betta
5 gallon: platinum male delta betta
20 gallon: turquoise male halfmoon betta, five harlequin rasboras, four otos
20 gallon: red and black crown tail male betta, halfmoon doubletail male betta (on the other side of a divider, of course)
55 gallon: baby black ghost knife fish, two angelfish, three German Blue Rams, five black neon tetras, five glowlight tetras