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I came downstairs this morning and went to feed my two bettas before I left for work, and found Max (the pretty boy in the icon, my first and favorite fish) on the bottom of his tank; he'd probably been gone for a couple of hours. I'm sad, but I'm not truly surprised. He was probably close to three years old, his color had been fading for a while, and he'd been spending more and more time hiding in his cave. He'd recently developed a true fungus infection on his tail, and I'd moved him a couple of days ago to a smaller hospital tank to treat him while I sanitized his normal 5-gallon; last night the poor little guy was just hanging out on top of his plant and ignoring food and all attempts to get him to perk up.
I can think of many, many other ways I'd prefer to start my morning. =(
I can think of many, many other ways I'd prefer to start my morning. =(
