After having him for only seven months, I lost my little fighter today. He was a red crowntail with a hint of blue, and subtle black marbling on his back and pale face.
I was a bad fishy-momma, and contributed to his demise.
A few months ago, we had to temporarily move while doing renovations. We moved him tank and all. He made it to the new home okay. I think he bumped his nose on the way back. I should have bagged him! Jean-Luc ended up with a hematoma and infection. It turned into a lesion. Antibiotics and salt improved his health, and he was fine for another two months. Then, he stopped eating and became listless. After that, the flexibacter slowly began eating away at his fins and nose-wound. I think his immune system finally collapsed. He fought (with the help of new treatment) for another two weeks, and I lost him this morning.
Oh Jean-Luc! You were a fearsome ghost-shrimp decapitator! I'll miss the way you went nose-to-nose with the gravel vacuum whenever it invaded your tank, and flared at me when I would approach you without food. You will be sorely missed little fishy.