Dracula was alive when we came home this afternoon. He passed while we were eating dinner of old age. He was somewhere between 3-4 years old. I guess he wanted to see "his girls" one last time. RIP Dracula. You were VERY MUCH loved and will be greatly missed. I wish I knew proper betta housing when I brought you home, but I'm very glad I learned during your lifetime. I'm going to miss your "mad rush" to eat dinner before all of the pellets disappear and the way you loved to attack your bloodworms just to make sure they were dead before you ate them. I'm also going to miss you "supervising" when I cook and clean up the kitchen and you playing "tag" with my finger. You were the one who taught me what the "betta dance" was all about. You will always hold a very special place in my heart. RIP my strong, majestic, betta boy. I know you'll bring as much joy to Rainbow bridge as you did to us, your family.