Need a Bit of Emotional Help...
I doubt this belongs in "Betta Memorials", but mods, feel free to move it if it needs to happen.
Today, I found my very first fish, the one who started it all, Sally, laying on the floor in front of her tank... I screamed and went into hysterics, and my dad had to hold me for an hour before I could compose myself enough to go with him to the backyard to bury her.
Now that you all think I'm a psycho and need to be locked up, I kind of need some help... I can't walk into my bed room and face my other three fish and that big empty tank... For some reason, I think Lysander is angry about it. I know it sounds crazy, and fish don't feel the way we do, but I really feel that way... His tank was right next to hers, separated by a washcloth but I know that they knew that each other were there. I took down the washcloth and walked away from him, and he just kind of... fell. Like his whole demeanor seemed to change. Maybe he was just kind of shocked that she wasn't wiggling around in her tank like she always was when the washcloth would fall on accident. Maybe he just lost his reason to blow bubble nests and act playful.
The other two didn't seem to change at all. I went around to make sure that my dad had closed their tank lids, unlike Sally's, then left to go bury Sally... I can't bring myself to go in and empty her tank. I would like to put Lysander in it, since he's so energetic and he's in a 1 gallon. Her tank was a 2.5 gallon.
She was my baby... I feel like a part of me has been taken away. I can't imagine going on without her beside me. She had more personality than a lot of people. I talked to her when I needed someone to talk to, and even though she couldn't understand it was just helpful... I love her with all of my heart.
Sally, I will always love you. You were my babygirl and the gateway to my bettabug. Thank you.