I knew something was wrong when I woke up this morning. Just knew it. I'd forgotten to place a lid over Duckie's 1g hospital tank and I just broke down when he wasn't in there. I searched frantically through the carpet and found his poor little body ... quite mummified. There was no hope of revival.
Dammit.
I adored this guy, though he was with me for not even a week. He was so neurotic though ... his tail was obliterated yesterday even though I did what I could for him. He just wouldn't stop destroying his tail. He also was one of those bettas that was constantly dancing and flaring and just being super energetic .... So I guess curiosity got him in the end.
Swim to the Waters of Heaven, dear one.