So I've been thinking of starting a new betta tank. While looking up stuff and pricing out things, I started to remember my very first fish, a betta named Skittles. We had had fish before, but they weren't mine. Skittles use to belong to my friend who kept him in a nasty to small bowl (Looked more like a mason jar). I happily took him home, and after a good talking from my parents about how no ment no skittles began to settle right into my crazy family. We had him in a very large fish bowl. he's swim happily from side to side if anyone came up to the bowl and he also let my mom pet him. He's was already about 3 years old so we didn't expect him to live much longer. But one year turned to two and two turned to three. Four years and one cross state move later, that amazing little fish died. We had a small little ceremony for him in the back yard and buried him by the flower bushes we had.
You'll be missed but never forgotten.