Here's Moon's story. He was part of a selection of bettas from a local Canadian breeder. Originally, he was a delta. Every single time he would still be there in his wall cup. Sometimes he was sick with velvet or ich. Other times he would just be mopey and sad.
Two months passed by and no one took him home. No one seemed to even care that he was still there. At least he was getting treatment for his ailments. At one point he's bitten his tail. Two weeks ago, I was at the store looking at the bettas. There was Moon, still there. The manager of the store, a very nice person, was talking to me and I pointed Moon out to her. The next few minutes I'm out the door with him in a bag. The manager, knowing that I love bettas, had bagged him up for me and told me that he was mine free of charge.
So now he's finally enjoying the space and freedom of a two gallon tank (soon to be five, if I can swing it!), getting treatment for his tail. Yesterday, however, I noticed that he was thrashing about ... his ailments weren't over yet. Yesterday I noticed he was thrashing about, a sure sign of internal parasites. Despite this setback, he's always building a bubblenest, loves to flare at his reflection. His quirks are many and he has become one beautiful little guy despite everything he's been through. Stay strong, Moon <3