I got him at Petco in February 09. He was the most frisky fish in the store. I'd never wanted a peach colored betta. I didn't even know what a dalmatian was. I was a noobie betta keeper. For six months he lived in a 1.5 cube with weekly water changes. He was always interested in everything going on.
Then... 16 gallon. Lost betta in a huge tank!
I learned about live plants and set about creating a betta paradise. He made that tank his own. Every day was a nirvana of hunting and exploring.
He grew a tail everyone came to envy.
Eventually he got old and grouchy and had to be moved away from the corys who he started harassing. If I had it to do over, he would have remained alone.
He got his own 5 gallon, all planted and lovely. He spent just about every single day playing in that filter.
He got sick for a few weeks a while back. He was saved with strong antibiotics. He lived for a long while after but he'd have relapses. He was a sad, sad man in this picture.
Eventually that tail started to come back in curlies.
He had lots of time to play and live, still. Here's a video taken about a month ago of him and his filter love
He got sick again right before I had to leave for vacation and I treated him one last time. He seemed fine when I left. He was perky and playing. He was eating fine and patrolling and flaring as usual. He was resting a lot but he'd been through pineconing and infection.
I came home today to find him gone. He looked like he was sleeping in his wisteria plant. He must have passed this morning because he had no decay. His eyes were even clear and looking out at the world. He was 3 years old. He was my first betta and very, very dear to me. Everything I learned was thanks to him. He will be missed every day. <3 you Tango.