My beautiful little betta has met an early and unfortunate end. He started acting like he was constipated (yes, that’s an actual fish ailment) yesterday, so I decided to follow basic protocol and fast him for a couple of days, then feed him a pea to see if that would help. He was much worse this afternoon, so I did a partial water change and decided to head out to the grocery store to pick up peas and try feeding him asap. I think I just stressed him out further with the water change, as he died a couple of hours later. I’m so bummed, in large part because The Man has been trying to be lighthearted about it, and has said a couple of times tonight that I need to give up on fish and start out small, since I’m just going to kill it in the end anyway. I know it’s just his way of dealing with a situation he doesn’t think is really that big, but I really felt a connection with Simon, the way he blew bubbles and hung out at the front of the tank to ‘chat’ with me whenever I’d stop by. I’m a little hurt right now.
2 responses to “Simon’s Dead”
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It’s all right. I hate it when fish die. I’ve lost so many over the years, but in the end, it all comes down to this: you loved him/her and you did all you could for them. One thing to consider when you’re in a dire situation with your fish: never act in haste. Think it through before you do anything. Pretend you were your little guy, and take it from there.
Your fish-keeping skills will grow over time, so don’t be nervous about getting another guy. He’ll probably enjoy his time living in something larger than a plastic cup. Good luck! Have fin!-
I ended up moving into a tiny apartment, and with the cats, there’s just no room for a fish tank that’s not going to get destroyed. Hopefully the next place will be bigger!
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