It’s interesting. I never thought I would be posting here.
And, if I did, I would’ve put something like ‘And he passed away peacefully in his sleep, at the ripe old age of 5 years’ or what not.
However, that wasn’t the case.
Dropsy got him. He fought it for days. Sadly, he didn’t recover.
He died at 12:20 am today. I was with him til his last breath.
I kept checking back, thinking maybe I was wrong, that maybe he was alive.
Sadly not.
What can I say about my betta fish? What words are fitting f or him?
When I got him, I knew nothing about betta fish.
‘Oh, they live in a small bowl, it’s fine!’
I found this forum and got Jayne his own 5 gal. tank.
He loved it.
He got a very milk case of finrot once, that was over quickly, then he bit half his tail off. Or something, I don’t even know what happened. He never recovered from it, his fins never grew back.
I remember getting so mad at him about that, not because he did it, but because he was just like ‘hm? Why are you looking at me like that? FEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDD MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…’ and just as happy and peppy as always. Silly, huh?
What else….
Jayne taught me so much.
I had him for a long time.
If I had known this would happen when I got him, would I still have wanted him?
Of course. It was well worth it.
Now, Jayne is joining that little cat, Sunday, who touched our hearts so, if we only knew her for a day.
He is joining Gary the snail, Salt Pepper and Curry the ghost shrimp, Bandit the frog, and all his other past friends by the Rainbow Bridge.
It's a wonderful thought, I must say, to think there's something better for them....
I might write a story for Jayne as I did with Sunday... But not now. Not today.
It took me over a month to write the story for Sunday. Might take me even longer with Jayne. I don't know.
I composed a song once, actually, I thought it fitting for my little Jayne. I suppose I will post it here.
It’s suppose to be a rather slow, haunting melody, sung by a little girl.
*Clears Throat*
Oh when I die, don’t forget
to put little yellow flowers on my grave
Little yellow flowers to ease my pain.
Little yellow flowers to hide my fear.
Little yellow flowers to bring you joy.
Little yellow flowers to bring you hope.
Oh Little yellow flowers.
Little yellow flowers to soothe the soul,
Little yellow flowers tell you I love you,
Little yellow flowers all over my grave.
Little yellow flowers because you care.
Little yellow flowers.
Oh little yellow flowers
Oh little yellow flowers
Little yellow flowers.
‘Cause when I die, don’t forget to put little yellow flowers on my grave.
Little yellows on my grave where I do now lay…
Oh little yellow flowers on a little grave
To mark the spot,
To light the way.
Little yellow flowers
How I loath to see little yellow flowers
For little yellow flowers mark the passing of some one dear
Someone so close to heart.
Little yellow flowers, oh little yellow flowers
…
Or, some such.
There are many songs that have played through my head these past hours.
Many tears that have fallen.
But in the end, I know I gave Jayne a good life.
I could say more, but words fail this Bard as of now.
I will say this, before I go,
You do not need to say you’re sorry for my loss,
I am to.
You do not need to feel bad,
Things happen.
I do not want to sound rude, please don’t take me wrong.
I don’t expect a lot of comments, this is simply a place where I can silently morn my lost friend.
Thank you, everyone, who helped me, all through Jayne’s life.
I don’t know if I will get another betta.
I’m not sure I want to…
Well… if you’re still reading, I’ve taken up more than enough of your time. Ciao ciao.
I will be around. Lurking in the shadows. ☺
R.I.P. Jayne Finn, 09-18-2010 ~ 05-15-2012