She was tiny when I brought her home, no bigger than the tip of my thumb. She was also a drab red color, nowhere near as bright as any male. Boy how things change... she swiftly turned a vibrant red and grew to rival most male bettas in size... and weight. She was notoriously chubby, but she was only constipated once in her life. She would eat anything I threw in the tank, including algae wafers, bloodworms, flakes, pellets... you name it, she ate it.
She was a sweetie, though. She kept the fish in her tank mostly in line, but she never nipped or hurt any one of them. She knew me well and would always swim to the top of the tank and greet me warmly with wiggles and expectant glares. She was, however, just as fierce as any male. She would flare back at Temeraire if he flared at her from his tank, and when I brought my new boy, Kefentse, home, she flared at him while I was acclimating him to his new home. If the tetras were fighting, she'd break it up.
She was remarkably intuitive. She knew the guy I was dating was bad somehow... maybe that's too much to attribute to a fish, but she knew. She flared at him and wouldn't go near him. Everyone else she swam up to and greeted. I should have taken the hint.
She was my baby girl, my biscuit, my fattie. I never thought I'd enjoy the company of a female
betta so much, or hurt so much when she was dying. She lived a good life, and had all any female could ask for. And, I think, she was comfortable in her last hours. She will go down in the memories of my friends for being the fattest betta they knew... which, I think, isn't such a bad thing. They all knew her name AND nickname.
I'm sorry I couldn't save you, girl. You're with Temmers now, hopefully if there's a fish heaven you two can flare at each other from there. I will miss you, and I'll darn well never forget you. Rest in peace my girl...
I'm really sorry she didn't make it.
RIP betta girl.
You're right - she's resting in peace now. 
