So I'm going to put this out there right now, the things that led up to this bettas poor situation were beyond my control and I regret not being able to provide for him. I know what I did wrong, and I feel the guilt for doing it I don't need to be flamed. But if you must I will accept it.
I purchased my little red crowntail and set him up a nice planted 10gal tank, things were going well for him. He had a pair of 5 year old fully fresh bumblebee gobies and a plethora of RCS as tank mates.
At the time I was living with my parents, and needless to say we butt heads over many things. One day enough was enough and I left with what I could carry in a backpack and moved 5 hours away from home without a look back. Unfortunately my little red betta couldn't make the move. My brother said he was going to take it to a very good mom and pop lfs in the area, and I was content with that as it was the best possible for him. My brother never took him anywhere, and I never followed up. I went home last week for the first time in 6 months. I go into my old fish room and see his planted tank full of dead and dried up plants, the heater was left on and hadn't been submerged (thank goodness it didn't explode) and the filter was off. There was an inch of water in the bottom, I lean down to take a look and there is a little red betta suffering from advanced fin rot looking back at me. He was still alive! I quickly pulled an old 5 gal bowfront from storage and began setting up a new home for him. It was temporary for the weekend, as I had to go back home after labor day. He made the trip wonderfully and is very happy in his new home. He is eating voraciously and exploring his territory. His fins are still stumpy but do not look nearly as ragged.
This is what I came home to...
his poor ragged fins in his temporary home
Him now...
I purchased my little red crowntail and set him up a nice planted 10gal tank, things were going well for him. He had a pair of 5 year old fully fresh bumblebee gobies and a plethora of RCS as tank mates.
At the time I was living with my parents, and needless to say we butt heads over many things. One day enough was enough and I left with what I could carry in a backpack and moved 5 hours away from home without a look back. Unfortunately my little red betta couldn't make the move. My brother said he was going to take it to a very good mom and pop lfs in the area, and I was content with that as it was the best possible for him. My brother never took him anywhere, and I never followed up. I went home last week for the first time in 6 months. I go into my old fish room and see his planted tank full of dead and dried up plants, the heater was left on and hadn't been submerged (thank goodness it didn't explode) and the filter was off. There was an inch of water in the bottom, I lean down to take a look and there is a little red betta suffering from advanced fin rot looking back at me. He was still alive! I quickly pulled an old 5 gal bowfront from storage and began setting up a new home for him. It was temporary for the weekend, as I had to go back home after labor day. He made the trip wonderfully and is very happy in his new home. He is eating voraciously and exploring his territory. His fins are still stumpy but do not look nearly as ragged.
This is what I came home to...
his poor ragged fins in his temporary home
Him now...