To my beloved Ichiru,
I got you three years ago and I was worried I wouldn't be able to care for you. All the fish I had before had died because of my negligence as a child, and I didn't want you to have a bad life once you escaped that cup. We had our rough moments of my ignorance but you always tolerated it. That's the wonder of you, you always greeted me everyday. When I went to college you were my best and closest buddy. I'd put stickers on your tank and clean it to keep you well, and no matter how fussy you were with food I made you eat your noms! So you could grow big and strong. And you blossomed into the most laid back. chill betta ever. Sure you'd flair every now and hen but otherwise you'd just hang out with me while I did homework. We'd make faces at one another.
As the year passed you got an even bigger tank and a bunk mate. Who much to your annoyance did nothing but excrete testosterone fueled mojo. But you tolerated him, showing the new kid on the block who was boss with one flare. You loved your log and your leaf hammock, even if it did rust out and have to get replaced or reused.
I noticed your strength failing you and you're spirit fading a month ago. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to comfort you in your final moments on earth. And yesterday when time finally caught up with us both, well I still couldn't bare to watch you thrash for life. I can only hope you didn't feel pain, that you weren't afraid and that you're safe and happy now.
I dont know if you saw, but you had an awesome funeral, dad put you in an envelope and put that into a candle holder for a casket. He carried you on his shoulder and we gave you a euology, music and a false 21 gun salute.
Because you were that great of a fish. Swim on little buddy. Swim on.