Dizzy died a few minutes ago. I'm literally crying. Poor guy had something wrong with him, and I never knew what it was. His only symptoms were lethargy and loss of appetite, but with so little to go off I didn't want to start treating him. All I could do was change his water and hope he would perk back up.
He knew he was dying. I did too. He hasn't come out of his rock for a week, so of course as soon as I saw him out of it a few minutes ago I go over to him. I tried to see if he would eat a pellet. He looked at me, turned around once in his little dance that I named him for, and then fell to the bottom of his tank. I watched him take his last breaths and now I can't stop sobbing.
RIP, little Dizzy Dancer. I'll always remember you, and I hope you do well in that nice big fish tank in the sky.