So my whole experience with keeping my betta thus far feels like a completely failed attempt. I got my boy, Ryu, from petsmart with a friend as a spur of the moment buy. I bought everything he'd need, the basics atleast, brought him home, set up his temporary .5g tank (i already had plans to upgrade him within the week to a large antique jar thing), and thought that was that, the rest would be calm waters (pun intended).
That's when all hell broke loose.
-Sigh- Within the next 2 days I noticed some dark edging on his fins and they seemed very ragged, so I did some research, found this site, posted pics, and determined it was fin rot.
I went back to the pet store, bought AQ and the rest of the necessary supplies for my little friend that i hadnt realized were so necessary, and then started treating him.
Then they stopped. I woke up a one morning and looked in at him in his new 10g tank he'd gotten all to himself when i thought I'd have to be treating him with maracyn, and noticed all the healthy new growth was gone along with chunks of his tail and anal fin. That's when the tail biting began.
He got a water change, more terra cotta pot houses (which he wont go into), bottle caps (which he ignored), and an upped dosage of AQ from .5 tsp per g to 1tsp per g.
Seems good, right? No. I look down and he's flopping around in his tank with red patches forming on the bottom of his body and top of anal fin. AQ burns, and its my fault. So i remove him, let the AQ disperse more then cautiously add him back in and watch for signs of distress. Nothing.
Things seemed good, but of course when that happens it means theres trouble just around the corner. I continued to try to be the best betta mommy that i could, frequent water changes, modest feedings, new decorations, baffled filter in my worry that it may irritate him, constant monitoring of temperature and water parameters. I thought i was finally getting ahead, minus the constant annoyance of his stress stripes, but no matter how hard i tried to make his live stress free, they wouldnt disappear.
And then today happened. I get home from a night out with family, walk in my room, look in his tank and check on his fin regrowth and general well-being like normal, then comes the frown. I look closer at his gils, and above one is a tiny perfectly round white spec, like a single grain of salt. My heart dropped. Ick. 25% water change, then frantic searching as to treatment and causes of Ick.
So now its off to the store tomorrow to get some PP and ick meds, and hope this doesnt become anything worse. -Sigh- Theres no hope for my sanity with this fish. So to sum up my little story/rant: I CAN NOT STAND HOW NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY TO DO RIGHT BY MY LITTLE FISHY NOTHING
SEEMS TO GO RIGHT! (sorry for the yelling, but I had to get it out, and in the real world outside of the forums people look at me funny when I scream in defeat about my fish).
And yet, no matter how much crap I have to go through to keep this fish alive, I'm dang well going to do it! I'm way to determined for my own good.