I got two bettas on June 23, 2013 at a local Petsmart in Philly. After a few days, both of them had ich and finrot and became very sick. This morning, their ich parasite seemed to have disappeared and I was waiting for them to be completely better. Scratchy stopped eating today and was extremely lethargic. He was barely responsive to my finger or the straw (poop-o-matic), which concerned me. I hope you don't call me fish-killer, but I must have heated his QT cup too much. And maybe I am a killer.
I'm writing as I look at Scratchy's lifeless body on the bottom of his QT cup. It's been such a short time since I've had him. Some may say, "It's just a fish. You can get another one" or "You can't possibly be attached to a fish you got almost a week ago." But I am. I got attached to both of them, but I'm sorry to say, Scratchy especially. Itchy practically hated me. Only responded when I had food. Scratchy would stare at me as I browsed the internet and swam through hoops. I still have water in his cup. So his tiny little soul can swim in there. And maybe he can come back.
He's such a pretty betta. The blue, violet, and red were such beautiful colors on him.
I'm so sorry, Scratchy. I should have been more careful and I should have been better to you.
And soon, I will get a new betta. Just like Scratchy. I want to help the poor fishies suffering in those little squares at Petsmart.