last week, i picked up a pair of boys. a beautiful red veiltail, something i swore i'd never get, and a cute little multi CT. loved them both. the CT was special. he was betta number ten. i swore i'd name my tenth betta The Doctor, after the main character of the Doctor Who series. it was a joke, but i did it!
then, i noticed he was more shy than most of my bettas. he'd hide all the time, dart around if i moved too fast. i thought he was just shy. then... i spotted white stuff on his face.
i started treating him for it right away. didn't have any meds, but i was getting some, from a friend of mine. i had hope, because he perked up a bit.
yesterday, though, he looked worse. more clamped. lethargic. still, i had hope. was gonna change his water today....
woke up to him bloated, pale, just floating there. looked... he'd pine coned. i can't get any meds, or epsom salt, not till next week. i can't let him float there, possibly in pain, for a week. so, i did the humane thing. and euthed him. i've never euthed a fish before. always let them go on their own. but, The Doctor was obviously miserable, and i couldn't help him right away. i wasn't going to let him suffer while i waited to get meds.
i'd had plans for him. i was gonna get him a 5 gallon, set it up all Doctor Who-ish. TARDIS mug, roman/greek statues, alien-looking plants... one day, i will get The Eleventh Doctor, and still do that, but.... no more for me for a while. i'm at 9. maybe, my 11th betta will be my Eleventh Doctor, but that's a ways away.
RIP, Doctor. i wish i could have helped you more.