A month or so ago I had a terrible outbreak of ich in my 55 gallon tank which housed many fish, including Clint Eastwood, my spotted betta.
Eastwood was an extremely peaceful fish, as some of you know. I had him for many years, conditioning him to live socially with many types of fish, including Blue Gouramis. It didn't take much to get him to live with these fish, though. He was naturally social and peaceable. That, and his spotted coloration, is what attracted me to him to most. I never thought I could love a fish, but with him, I've never adored one more.
The ich outbreak started at an extremely bad time... I had a week to get him healthy again, as I was leaving for Chicago that weekend.
To say the least, a week is not enough to overcome a bad case of ich. But, he healed well enough, I tried to convince myself... But no matter what, I had no choice but to put him back in the tank and leave.
My mom (who was taking care of my pets while I was away) told me she believed Eastwood was still alive, so I had high hopes he made it through my month-long absence. But, I came home a few weeks ago to a tank without a bubbly Eastwood to greet me... I was so broken...
I wanted to sneak him on my plane with me... but at the same time I didn't want to risk a security issue.
I feel terrible... like I failed to make him better...
I knew that being old, especially for a Walmart fish, his time was near. I wanted to breed him this Christmas so I could have more peaceful, spotted, beautiful betta babies...
How will I ever find another outstanding fish like him? He was definitely a lucky fish, one I'll forever cherish my accomplishments of. I'm so proud to have owned a fish like him, but I wish I never would have seen the day he'd leave me. I've never missed a fish more.
RIP Eastwood <3