It's a curse to look through the bettas at petstores, especially after you've just purchased a new fish! When I got my Cyan, I should've turned my head away from the fish lining the selves on the way to the exit. But, alas, my eyes wandered- and there I saw a fish that instantly implanted itself in my mind. A beautiful, wide spread copper veiltail, something I had never seen before. He was brimming with vibrancy and life, ripe and ready for a new home like most of the other fish that day. After all, it was a new shipment day- everyone was new and beautiful. Although he caught my eye, I felt no need to take him home- I had my new baby, and he was beautiful. Surely someone would take him home soon!
Days later, it was time for another visit to the store. At this point I figured that everything would either be gone, or still nice and lively- but I was wrong. To my horror, I, once again, couldn't help but glancing as I hurried to the reptile section- and saw the usual misery. Sad, depressed, and dead fish. But at least they seemed like different fish. Many of the beauties that I had seen before had gotten homes..hopefully. Then..I saw him. Still there, but still beautiful and lively. Not as much as before, but still alright. Oh well, he was doing fine. He would get adopted soon.
Yet more days, and yet another trip to the store. This time, I couldn't help but go straight to him. And of course, he was still there. Damn. Why was such a beautiful fish still there? Was it because he was more dull at first glance than the vibrant blues and reds around him? He had better finnage than many- better scales, better iridescence. But he was still there. It didn't make sense. He wasn't looking great, but he was still alive and still kicking, outlasting many casualties. A strong fish, a good pet for someone.. I couldn't take him. I had sworn myself to no more pet store fish. So I left, if a little guiltily.
I couldn't get my mind off him. For a fish that wasn't even mine, I thought about him alot- wandering to him every time I thought about the store or fish supplies. Was he adopted yet? Maybe he had gotten sick like the rest? Maybe he had..Passed on? That was it, I couldn't take it anymore. No more pet store fish, no more male fish, no more extra fish- except this one. I needed new aquarium bulbs. When I went to get them, if he was still there..I would take him home. It didn't matter what anyone, or I, thought. If he was alive, I would save him. And I did. He looked like hell, his conditions were hell, and that only spurred me onward- I had put this poor fish threw unnecessary suffering by not adopting him in the first place when I clearly adored him, and now I was going to make it better and show him the love he needed.
This is him ^^ I know the bubbles haven't even settled here, but I was desperate to get him out of the water he was in. It was disgusting. He started perking up instantly, and today he even made a bubble nest. It's too soon to know for sure if he's going to be alright or not, but he does look much happier. He doesn't appear to have any sort of disease, except for finrot, so hopefully with some TLC he'll come right around and be as beautiful and happy as he once was. <3
I saved the water, so tomorrow I will test it to see just HOW disgusting his water was. I know it was filled with dirt and food scraps -visually-, so I can't imagine the ammonia levels..