Today I brought home a very sick little female betta. I had gone out wanting to start rescuing bettas again after taking a break due to complications. This was also my first ever female betta, so I was excited, yet sad at the same time. That is because I knew she would die. Her condition was severe, and even though I hoped a miracle could help her, she died just a few minutes ago. I took her because all living things deserve to be comfortable and loved when they die. And I knew she, at the bottom of the betta shelf placed at the height of my knees, needed that love and comfort. Thankfully (and just barely) she did NOT die in a little cup. She died in a heated tank, in a home with someone who cared. And that was the best thing I could give this tiny girl. Rest in peace, and enjoy swimming around with your friends up there. XOXO.