My two new boys (both OHM) arrived yesterday and festivities and celebration followed. Acclimation went well and both were happily swimming and strutting their stuff. And then.....
Both tanks have small feeding holes in the front and larger holes in the back for heaters. I thought they were adequately covered. I didn't realize that I'd actually knocked one of the covers slightly awry....Was just sitting here looking at my pretties and realized I couldn't see Troy Donohue (one of the new boys). Crawled around searching in the tank and even checked the floor...but still couldn't find him, but then the phone rang, the dog needed to go out, blah, blah, blah.
When I came back I realized Troy D. was still not to be seen. Crawled around some more, took everything out of the tank...still no Troy. Got the flashlight and searched again behind the tank and on the floor....and found poor Troy D. cold, dry and stiff under the shelving. Tried to revive him but it was too late. I am heartsick and feel like a murderer. To have come all this way to be one of my babies and then die so horribly. I feel like screaming.
Know there's nothing anyone can do....just wanted to wail to people who'd understand. My dog is trying to confort me and the other little guys swimming around helps some but every time I see that one dark, empty tank I go right back to feeling like total crap. The unhappy icon on the message header doesn't begin to cover it. I admit that I've struggled with clinical depression for many years and had just recently started to feel good enough to begin getting involved with betta again. And now....just feel like crying. RIP Troy Donohue. You were here only a short time but you will be sorely missed.