I know it's been a while, but i wasn't ready to talk about it before. SIP, Picasso ?-10/8/12. I don't know what happened. You were just fine before I left, but when I came back a couple hours later, you were under the Rainbow Bridge. I cried my heart out, and later I planted a tulip in your honor. I miss you so much. You were a shoulder to lean on, a friend that listened. I love you, and I will see you under the Rainbow Bridge someday. Sip, little guy.
Here's a little poem I made in your honor.
The Betta Fish
Betta fish, betta fish, patrolling your little world,
You see your reflection and puff up like a Spanish galleon in full sail.
Betta fish, betta fish, your colors, oh how they gleam,
You are a little rainbow, it seems.
Betta fish, betta fish, your fins flowing behind you,
You glide and glide, your scales so blue.
Betta fish, betta fish, resting on a leaf,
You seem like a king crowned with nature's wreath.
Betta fish, betta fish, almost time to leave,
You go to rest on a bed of leaves.
Betta fish, betta fish, I'll miss you so,
But you're in a better place, I know.
Betta fish, betta fish, remember me,
I'll meet you at the Rainbow Bridge soon, you'll see.