Goodbye, my friend.
To my dear Bruce,
You were a good fish and a great friend. The moment I saw you at the bottom of a little stack of cups, I knew you were the one. I didnít even bother rounding the corner to see the other Bettas on display. I knew you were the fish Iíd love and look after. The way you flared at me in your silly, lopsided way and tried to attack my fingers as I carried you over to the register made me smile. You were such a grumpy little thing. Thatís how you got your name, you know. Bruce Banner, because heís always angry.
When I got you on that cold February day, I really didnít know how to properly take care of you. You were my very first fish. But I tried my best to make sure you were happy. Your tiny, unheated 1 gallon with a single plastic plant eventually upgraded to a heated 3 with many colorful plastic plants, and I loved watching you explore your new home. I remember the day I moved you into it. It was early July and a thunderstorm had parked itself over the house, making the power go out several times as I filled your new tank with water.
Over time, your fins became torn and tattered, so I bought you some pretty silk plants. Your bright colors changed and faded as you aged. You certainly wouldnít have won any beauty contests, but I loved you all the same. You were beautiful in my eyes.
You, a tiny life, so insignificant to so many, meant the world to me. Goodbye, my friend. I miss you.