Pontus Rex, You Were the Best
December 22, 2012-June 02, 2013
Some betta fish have aggressive personalities. They flare at their owners and try to fight with other males through the glass. Pontus Rex was not this way. He had a kind and loving nature. Ponty was always happy to see me. When I walked into my room he would swim around excitedly, shaking his body until I went over to greet him. I would talk to him through the glass, calling him my "Pontasaurus" or "Honey Bunches." My sweet boy always seemed genuinely excited to see me. His favorite places were his leaf hammock, on which he loved to lounge, and his yellow submarine. Pontus thoroughly enjoyed swimming in his submarine and would often go in there and hide. He thought I couldn't see him, which was quite adorable.
Ponty had a very happy personality and made bubble nests about once a month. He would have made an excellent father if I ever bred him. Amazingly, he always knew when it was six o’clock (dinner time). He would swim up to the opening in his tank hood and wait for me to drop in his food. My little piggy would eat up his pellets immediately and wait, hoping, that he would get a blood worm as a treat. Since I loved spoiling him, he usually did. Whenever I dropped in his blood worm, he would go into predator mode. Pontus would swim up slowly, a fierce hunter, strike at the worm to kill it (he didn't know it was already dead), and then feast happily on his treat.
Ponty loved the comfort of a cozy place. His favorite spot to sleep was right on top of his heater, between the cord and the glass. Sleeping in between the two, he looked like a baby tucked in for bed.
In his last week and a half, he was fighting fin rot. I believe he got this disease from his fins being weakened by the current of his tank filter. Upon noticing his torn fins, a typical fin rot symptom, I moved him into a one gallon hospital tank in the kitchen to receive daily water changes. Pontus was a champ. He kept his happy demeanor and friendly nature to the end. Pontus loved being in the kitchen because he saw my mother and me more often. We often had to stop in the middle of washing the dishes to go over and talk with him, as he would swim around excessively to get our attention.
On his final day, Ponty’s normally vibrant blue and green fins were quite pale. He lost his normal piggy appetite and simply lay, lethargically on his hammock. He had a hard time swimming, though I attributed this to his nearly healed, but still present fin rot. My mother found him on the bottom of the tank and called me in to see that he had passed away.
His death has been devastating. It’s silly, I know. Pontus Rex was a fish, but I still saw him as a child, my dear fish son. He was “mommy’s sweet boy,” always there to have staring contests with me, which he always won, or to jump up for his food. He may have been “just a fish,” but he brought me a ton of happiness. Pontus helped me through the transition of college and has been a very special part of my life. I will miss him dearly. Swim in peace my dearest Pontus Rex.