juliethegr8t
Addicted and in Therapy
My beautiful, loveable, full of life and personality little boy just gave up his fight. He was my blue and pink crowntail (bottom left of my sig). I loved him... he was one of my sweetest fish, who always came to see me, danced for anyone near his bowl, and kept watch over the entire downstairs. For the past month or two he fought something I've never seen before... the most horrible fin and body rot possible. It ate him alive. He tried to love me till the very end, and never gave up fighting - kept eating and everything. I tried every medication I could think of, nothing made a dent. I would have euthanized him towards the end if I could have, he was suffering. Goodbye my wonderful little friend, rest in peace.