On Feb 8th my father passed away. It was a very difficult journey.
A few days later, my special
betta, Neptune went into his cave and wouldn't come out, and he passed a day later. He had suffered from a tumour of some sort, that was not responsive to medication.
My husband and I were away this weekend, and when we got home I found my sweet little rescued betta Poppet - the one left over in Walmart from Christmas -had also passed away. Obviously the fish loss is nothing relative to losing my father, but my heart is re-broken into pieces when I think of it all!
A couple of weeks ago, I did find another sweet, healthy but tiny little red and white betta, with small fins that were folded because they couldn't stretch out fully in the cup. I brought him home, his name is Casey, and he is social and sweet and a really active little charmer! He is growing his fins, and trying hard to help my heart mend.
I know that Poppet, who had appeared to be healthy until Friday would not have had any life at all if I hadn't brought him home, and he delighted us every day. We will miss him.
I hope you will all welcome little Casey as you did Poppet. I will post a pic soon.
Val