Dracula, my red betta has been slowing down lately. As of October 2009, we've had him three years. This afternoon, I got home and he's laying on his side. He didn't greet me with his usual "feed the betta" dance. There's not a mark on him. He's just as beautiful, if not more so, than the day we brought him home. He is one of my very special babies who has had a place in my heart since he came home with us. My heart is aching that Drac's time with us may be ending. I hope I'm wrong, but something inside me is saying that I'm not. I've had several bettas over the years, but only one other has affected my heart like Drac. His name was Lestat and he'd hand feed. I brought him home shortly after my daughter's first birthday. He was with us for four years.