Just yesterday morning, he was swimming around like normal, wiggling for his food. When I got home last night, he was still alive, but very still. Just floating inside his pagoda, then later resting on the plants. When I got up this morning, I couldn't find him at first, I turned his jar round and found him lying at the bottom behind the plant roots.
The ammonia and nitrate levels in his water were still low, so I guess it must have just been his time. I don't know for sure how old he was, but he was at least a year old when I adopted him.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw that Dobby died... I'm sorry for your loss, he was a beautiful fish and he got a good life. But even though he died so soon after getting him, he gave you a taste of the Betta addiction. It's like he had a purpose in life and fulfilled it...
Thank you, Baylee. I was surprised he went so quickly. One morning he was fine, the next he was gone. But maybe it was better that way, I guess sometimes Bettas are listless for a whole week before they go.
I'm just about ready to get another Betta. I've come to terms with another, new fish swimming around in Dobby's jar, in his pagoda. Maybe I'll go later today (Sunday)... I'm hoping to find a white one, but I'm also open to different colors.
His name will either be Penfold or Pip, depending on what he looks like.