My little yellow halfmoon boy, Sol, passed away today. He was not doing as well as he should have - he'd been biting his tail, and then some sort of rot set in. I was treating him with AQ salt and green tea concentrate, hoping he's make it. I was going to bust out the meds as soon as I could get the money ... I found him almost finless when I got home today, with bloody shreds where those lovely golden fins once billowed. He wasn't doing so well ... I didn't want him to suffer.
I had to do what needed to be done.