RandomWiktor
Rabid Betta Activist
Ok. As some knowledge in advance for all of you before you see why I'm upset, understand that I "rescue" bettas I find in shops who are dying from various ailments like fungal infections, fin rot, ick, parasites, etc. for the simple reason that I feel badly for them, and even though not all make it, those who do make it all worth it. However, knowing there are sick bettas out there makes me feel guilty for ever getting a healthy one, even if I know I would give it a good home (Though I one day hope to seek out a reputable breeder and support them for healthy fish).
That said....
Last week, I stopped by PSP to pick up some filter cartriges and saw this very dull male betta. He was large, looked older than the rest, and was a very dull yellowed color (kindof like ugly, tarnished gold), but was very active and energetic, compared to the rest who looked half dead. I was instantly drawn to how vivacious he was, and really wanted to buy him. However, I knew I didn't have a five gallon freed up at home for him, and saw many other bettas who were sick who I could take home and at least give a peaceful place to die. So, reluctantly I got some severely ill fish (floaters) for pre-death care, and left behind the healthy, if not very attractive betta.
Well, I thought about this fish ALL WEEK. Seriously. Every time I looked at the empty tanks that the "floaters" had been in before they died, I thought "couldn't I have kept him in a smaller tank for a week or two until I saved up for a bigger one?" But, between snow storms, visits with the boyfriend, and caring for my other fish, I never got back up to the store to see if he was still there.
Well, I went out today to get a bigger tank for one of my former "hospice patients" who recovered beautifully and was now strong enough for a bigger tank and mild filter. We were having a horrible snow storm and my car was skidding all over the road, but PSP was on the way back, and I thought I'd just take a peak and see if my fish was still there.
Well, in the same spot he'd been was a very dull, very big, yellowy betta. But, he had ruddy patches like the beginning of septicemia (or maybe just rough handling), and a bunch of parasites hanging from him. He was sitting in the bottom of the stupid little cup, barely moving around, and certainly didn't seem like the fish I'd seen earlier in the week but for his looks. I asked the cashier, who I'm friendly with, if this fish had been here last week, and she said he sure was because no one had wanted such an ugly betta. CRAP! I'd left him behind, and now he was sick! I bought him right away, and set him up at home in a smaller tank with a heater and some meds for the possible septicemia and the definate parasites. He ate a little bit for me and is starting to perk up with the higher temperature, but its all very touch and go until his little ailments clear up.
I feel so bad for not having picked him up earlier. Here I bought other fish who had no shot at living instead of giving a healthy fish a chance because of some stupid moral guilt trip, and now what was a perfectly good fish might not even make it. I feel like utter crap. I hope he pulls through, because I really do like him.
Um... this thread didn't exactly have a point, I guess I just needed to get that out and thought maybe other betta lovers could sympathize.
That said....
Last week, I stopped by PSP to pick up some filter cartriges and saw this very dull male betta. He was large, looked older than the rest, and was a very dull yellowed color (kindof like ugly, tarnished gold), but was very active and energetic, compared to the rest who looked half dead. I was instantly drawn to how vivacious he was, and really wanted to buy him. However, I knew I didn't have a five gallon freed up at home for him, and saw many other bettas who were sick who I could take home and at least give a peaceful place to die. So, reluctantly I got some severely ill fish (floaters) for pre-death care, and left behind the healthy, if not very attractive betta.
Well, I thought about this fish ALL WEEK. Seriously. Every time I looked at the empty tanks that the "floaters" had been in before they died, I thought "couldn't I have kept him in a smaller tank for a week or two until I saved up for a bigger one?" But, between snow storms, visits with the boyfriend, and caring for my other fish, I never got back up to the store to see if he was still there.
Well, I went out today to get a bigger tank for one of my former "hospice patients" who recovered beautifully and was now strong enough for a bigger tank and mild filter. We were having a horrible snow storm and my car was skidding all over the road, but PSP was on the way back, and I thought I'd just take a peak and see if my fish was still there.
Well, in the same spot he'd been was a very dull, very big, yellowy betta. But, he had ruddy patches like the beginning of septicemia (or maybe just rough handling), and a bunch of parasites hanging from him. He was sitting in the bottom of the stupid little cup, barely moving around, and certainly didn't seem like the fish I'd seen earlier in the week but for his looks. I asked the cashier, who I'm friendly with, if this fish had been here last week, and she said he sure was because no one had wanted such an ugly betta. CRAP! I'd left him behind, and now he was sick! I bought him right away, and set him up at home in a smaller tank with a heater and some meds for the possible septicemia and the definate parasites. He ate a little bit for me and is starting to perk up with the higher temperature, but its all very touch and go until his little ailments clear up.
I feel so bad for not having picked him up earlier. Here I bought other fish who had no shot at living instead of giving a healthy fish a chance because of some stupid moral guilt trip, and now what was a perfectly good fish might not even make it. I feel like utter crap. I hope he pulls through, because I really do like him.
Um... this thread didn't exactly have a point, I guess I just needed to get that out and thought maybe other betta lovers could sympathize.