My betta, Swimmy, died yesterday. I had Swimmy for a year and four months. He was a long-lived betta. He was red and blue and so pretty. It was my fault he died. I just moved recently, and I've been misplacing things a lot. I changed Swimmy's water Saturday evening, and once I got it all changed and cleaned out, I realized I couldn't find the bottle of stuff that gets the nitrates and chlorine and stuff out of the tap water. I hunted everywhere and still today (Tuesday) I haven't even found it. Anyway, I had two options: let Swimmy stay in a little cup of gross old water all night, until I could go to the store and get more of that stuff in the morning; or put him back in a bowl of fresh water and hope he'd be OK until the morning. Since it was already pretty late, I said a prayer and put him back in his bowl. When I woke up the next morning, he was not looking so hot. Kinda floating around, but when I poked him, he'd wake up and swim around. I rushed to the nearest pet store, but by the time I got back he was gone. I feel so guilty. I made the wrong decision - I guess I should have left him in that little cup all night. But I felt like there was no air in there, and I guess I didn't realize what would happen. I am so sorry Swimmy. Your mommy loved you, and never meant for anything bad to happen to you. I hope I didn't cause you any pain. RIP Swimmy. Have fun playing with your RB fish buddies: Earl, Punky, Cherry, Mr. T and Sir Gallahad.
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