Kai died. I can't be certain of how long it's been. I'd like to say a year, but I'm not so sure of that. Less, but I don't know.
His crimson fins always flowed behind him with the grace of the fully matured Veil Tail he was. Not a rip or tear flawed his perfection. And though he was beautiful, and lived to the age of three years old, he didn't live the happiest life.
I knew very little about betta fish. He lived in a very small tank, perhaps a gallon. He had a plant, and rocks, but that was it. He lived off of pellets. When I introduced him to home, I just dumped him in the tank. I didn't know. But that's no excuse for how he suffered. I know that now. And I will never make that mistake again.
Even though Kai lived neglected, he was beautiful. He never ceased to amaze me. And now that he's gone, I hope his spirit has found its final resting place, and knows that through all my ignorance, I meant well. He's in a better place, of that I am positive.
I will never be so ignorant with my future finned family ever again. I don't have a picture of Kai, but he was solid red, and one of the most beautiful fish I have ever seen.