My poor betta
passed this morning, Betty, one of my first bettas.
She was a great fish, with a personality that was unrivaled in my 75 gallon tank. I never had any problems with her. She would always follow me from side to side of my tank, and when I would stop and look at her she would always dance, shake her fins, and swim in circles until I would feed her. (which, admittedly, sometimes I would
) just the other day, as I was making a water change, while all the other fish were cowering from the siphon, she came up and swam against my hand, and when I was filling it back up she would play in the bubbles the siphon was giving out.
Betty died of a nasty fungal infection that covered her face and took her life in one night and a couple of hours. I tried everything I could to save her but it wasn't enough. :( I remember this morning, in her little jar filled with all these meds, my little fish, with barely enough energy to pick herself off the gravel she was lying on, swam up to my face at the glass, and put on one of her little "dances" for me. It was one of the saddest things I've ever seen. I didn't know how she mustered the energy to do that. I also didn't know it was the last dance I would ever see her do.
This memorial is for Betty, a betta
that was well loved, and will be well missed. R.I.P. little guy