Unfortunately, last night, Atticus had succumbed to his illness. On Saturday, I couldn't get him to eat and he was acting quite strange. I have no idea what happened to him, but it seemed he had some fin rot at the very end when he wasn't doing well. I only had Atticus for 5 months, but I'm glad I was able to make a difference for him. He was one spoiled fish, according to my friends. He was spoiled with love and attention and a happy, healthy life. He definitely made an impact on me and was the most personable fish I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. His death is not an easy experience, but I'm glad he is no longer suffering. I'll always love you, Atticus.