I recently came in here, asking advice on my betta, VanGogh, who was acting strange.
I'm sorry to say that I lost him the other day. I figured I could post this here since none of my friends really understand. I know he was just a fish, but he was special. It was his fault I got into fishkeeping to begin with.
I remember walking into the petstore and seeing him in his cup. I immediately knew I had to have that betta. I'm still not sure what it was about him that made me have to have him...I guess we just clicked.
He was a gorgeous betta. He changed color depending on how the light hit him. I always joked he was my gay betta since he loved flaunting himself around. He also loved to have his picture taken. As soon as I would pull out the camera, he immediately started posing.
He was never shy...even when I first got him. He would let me pet him...he even swam into my hands when I was moving things in the tank. Every night when I fed him, he would jump out of the water and take the food out of my hand. He even "followed" me around the room...in other words, he was in the tank in relation to where I was in my room. If I walked up to the tank, he was always there to greet me.
He was with me such a short time...only eight months. I never once thought I would fall so deeply in love with a fish. VanGogh showed me that fish have wonderful, unique personalities. They aren't some mindless creature.
His last week with me was torture. He simply laid down on the bottom of the tank...every now and then swimming back up to the top and acting normal. I moved him from the ten gallon to his old five gallon, so he could be alone...just in case the other fish in the ten were getting on his nerves. He fought until the end. Eventhough he was weak, he always turned to look at me when I came to the tank...the last night all he could manage was to turn his eyes towards me. I knew I was going to lose him soon when he didn't come up to eat his food. I have never felt so helpless.
I'm not sure what happened to him, but it was very upsetting.
I tried to tell my friends about his death, but they just didn't understand...they kept telling me "Well, you know fish just don't last long."
VanGogh was a special little guy and I will miss him horribly. I doubt I'll ever find another quite like him.
I'm probably going to the petstore tomorrow or the next to find another fish for the ten gallon...it makes me ill thinking of replacing VanGogh. That tank will never be the same without him.
Anyway, you all may think I'm silly for going on and on over something as small as the loss of a fish...but he wasn't "just a fish," he was a friend.
I'm sorry to say that I lost him the other day. I figured I could post this here since none of my friends really understand. I know he was just a fish, but he was special. It was his fault I got into fishkeeping to begin with.
I remember walking into the petstore and seeing him in his cup. I immediately knew I had to have that betta. I'm still not sure what it was about him that made me have to have him...I guess we just clicked.
He was a gorgeous betta. He changed color depending on how the light hit him. I always joked he was my gay betta since he loved flaunting himself around. He also loved to have his picture taken. As soon as I would pull out the camera, he immediately started posing.
He was never shy...even when I first got him. He would let me pet him...he even swam into my hands when I was moving things in the tank. Every night when I fed him, he would jump out of the water and take the food out of my hand. He even "followed" me around the room...in other words, he was in the tank in relation to where I was in my room. If I walked up to the tank, he was always there to greet me.
He was with me such a short time...only eight months. I never once thought I would fall so deeply in love with a fish. VanGogh showed me that fish have wonderful, unique personalities. They aren't some mindless creature.
His last week with me was torture. He simply laid down on the bottom of the tank...every now and then swimming back up to the top and acting normal. I moved him from the ten gallon to his old five gallon, so he could be alone...just in case the other fish in the ten were getting on his nerves. He fought until the end. Eventhough he was weak, he always turned to look at me when I came to the tank...the last night all he could manage was to turn his eyes towards me. I knew I was going to lose him soon when he didn't come up to eat his food. I have never felt so helpless.
I'm not sure what happened to him, but it was very upsetting.
I tried to tell my friends about his death, but they just didn't understand...they kept telling me "Well, you know fish just don't last long."
VanGogh was a special little guy and I will miss him horribly. I doubt I'll ever find another quite like him.
I'm probably going to the petstore tomorrow or the next to find another fish for the ten gallon...it makes me ill thinking of replacing VanGogh. That tank will never be the same without him.
Anyway, you all may think I'm silly for going on and on over something as small as the loss of a fish...but he wasn't "just a fish," he was a friend.
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