Roscoe wasn't doing so hot lately, so I knew what was coming. But it was still so hard to find my Roscoe unmoving and becoming shrimp chow this morning. I got him April 2009, and who knows how old he was when he came from the store. I hope I did good enough, I just don't know what happened. Perhaps he was just old; I mean, their immune systems can't be too great considering what they go through early in life.
Anyway, rest in peace, Roscoe. You were my first official pet (sad for an 18-year-old) and I will never forget you.
I'm thinking of getting a tattoo done of him, considering how important he was to me.
I feel awful that I didn't cry. I guess working at a pet store for two years has kinda desenstized me to betta deaths, since it happens far too often. But there's a huge hole in my heart.
See you at the rainbow bridge, Chomp-monster <3