If you've followed my blog for a while, you know that I have a betta fish named Milo, who has actually gotten me through some tough times. I don't care how strange it is, I used to talk to that fish.
It's been over a year now since I got him, in fact I think it's been almost 2 years. The average life span of a betta fish is 3 years, so I feel overall he had a good time on this earth. He's been through 4 moves, one of which was in extreme heat and one was in extreme cold. He's lived through me forgetting to feed him, and not cleaning his bowl for a month, and the boys I nanny trying to touch him.
The weird thing about his death is that it was a violent death, yet a complete mystery. He was killed by the rocks in his tank falling on him, but I don't know how that could've happened since all the rocks are completely settled safely at the bottom of the bowl before I put him back in there.
I know that he was killed by the rocks because I found him underneath all the rocks yesterday, and his little fish guts were all over the place.
Sorry if that's graphic, but its the truth, and it's a mystery. I'd left him on the kitchen table because I kept planning on cleaning his bowl and forgetting, so I think maybe one of my roommates moved his bowl or nudged it or something and knocked a few rocks loose.
Who knows.
Whatever happened, he is gone. And I am legitimately sad. I really loved that fish. Read my first post about him here.
1 comment:
Sorry to hear about your fish. I once had a beta fish and it waited until I put fresh water in the tank, and then jumped. That's right, he committed. So sad to wake up to his dried up body on the counter in the morning.
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