Join Date: Nov 2011
Location: The house of mouse
I had an extra long lunch this day, and somehow managed to find my way into the local pet store closest to my work. While there, I couldn't resist looking at the Betta's. As I was glacing, I noticed some movement on one of the top shelves. There, in a cup labeled "Male VT" was a little red guy struggling to swim on his side, it was quite apparent that he had Swim Bladder disease; not only that, but what fins he hadn't lost to Fin Rot were ragged. I cringed at first, and then my heart started "bleeding" (so they say) when I saw the look on his face as he was trying to swim. I had to go back to work, but he occupied my thoughts for the next four hours I had remaining at work, I knew what I had to do.
I wasn't sure he would survive the night; but I figured I would take him home and, at least, give him a few moments of rest in his final hours. I went to Walgreens, bought some epsom salt, and then went back to the pet store. When I got there, I carried up the smallest critter keeper I could find, a net and thermometer to the register and went back to get the little guy and pay. I first carried out my supplies and grabbed a sweater I had laying around in the back seat of my car. I wrapped his cup in it, carried him to my car and made the 30 minute trek home. I was sure if the stress of being transported didn't kill him, that the hike up the two flights of stairs to my apartment would.
I kept him wrapped in a sweater the whole time, until I made it into my apartment. I placed his cup on my dryer and slowly raised my sweater, expecting to reveal a dead fish. However, he was still alive, and struggling to swim! I got up and immediately started acclimating him to a stress coat/ epsom salt mixture. He seemed to perk up immediately, but I still wasn't getting my hopes up.
After acclimating in and putting him in the small critter keeper I had bought, I wrapped the tank in a towel, to keep him warm, and tried to go to sleep.
I didn't sleep well at all that night, opening up the towel in the morning was almost the equivalent of opening a present on Christmas.
I was delighted to see a fish, very curiously peering at me from the top of the critter keeper that morning. He still had a slight "bob" to his swim, but he was swimming and no longer wasting energy struggling.