I used to have a betta named Jimmy. I got him for Christmas in 2009 with some red gravel and his own 10 gallon tank kit. He was the grumpiest betta one could have, but I still loved him (and even talked to him, which made me look like a psychopath but I really didn't care). He moved with us and had to be in a smaller 3 gallon, but he was still happy. Sadly, once 2012 hit, I stopped taking care of him other than an occasional feeding and a water change every few months. All I cared about was school and whatnot, and I should've given him away to a better home, but I didn't even think of it. He got so sick he died, and I still remember the look on his face (I sound crazy, don't I) like he forgave me. I almost cried, snapping back to reality instantly and remembering I owned him in the first place. I haven't had another betta since.
So what does this sad memoir have to do with anything? (TL;DR version here) I have wanted a betta for ever since I made this account. It's been a year, I've been researching betta care, and have a newfound maturity and responsibility. I love bettas beauty and personalities, but whenever I think of getting one, I immediately remember Jimmy and feel guilty, like "how could I even think of killing another fish?" Should I feel like this? Should I let it go and get a new betta? Is this a normal feeling? It's not just that jimmy died, its that I was responsible for him getting sick and eventually dying. What do you guys think? Sorry this is so long.
EDIT: Mystery, the fish in my signature, is not my fish. She is my stepsister's fish that I help take care of. I am considering taking her off my signature, given that she's not mine and my stepsister does most of her care.
Last edited by CrazyFishDude; 07-06-2013 at 10:10 AM.