June 2020.
I don't remember why we walked into that pet store, probably to get something for my other boys I had at the time, but I do remember going over and looking at their rack of bettas.
There weren't many kids there, most of them veiltails or sad-looking halfmoons. And my eyes hadn't even landed on you when I noticed a beautiful, pure white crowntail, with a yellow/gold iridescence. He was a boy of spunk, temper, and everything fiery.
I immediately fell in love with him but I hadn't checked the other side of the display yet.
This display was box-like, with cups in the front, and either side. A large sign read "Betta Fish" over the box, and on top, behind the wording, were empty betta cups, and you.
I don't know why you sat up there all alone, shielded and hidden by the sign. But you turned and looked at me, and you didn't swim or back away, you didn't start flaring, you just looked at me with this defeated expression. I loved the other boy, but I felt a connection to you.
For the next twenty minutes, while my mom looked around, I kept going back and forth, putting one of you back, and grabbing the other.
I even tried asking if I could take both of you. I so dearly adored the boy who was all spunk, who if I had brought home would've been named after an archangel. But I also loved you, with your sad eyes and calm demeanor.
Eventually, she told me we needed to leave. I look back at this now and feel nothing but a sense of betrayal to you, but I put you back and started walking up to the register with the other boy. As I walked away she asked me if I was sure I didn't want you, which made me realize the wrenching sadness I felt at leaving you. So I put the other boy back and took you home. Though it made me sad to leave the other one, it was nothing like the feeling I had when I was originally going to leave you.
We had recently had a hurricane go by, it didn't hit us (was supposed to originally I believe), but its name stuck with me. Its name was Cristobal. Though at the time the name didn't suit you personality-wise, your colours reminded me of a rainbow though, something that I've seen in the clouds before a hurricane. So you were dubbed Kristobal. And nick-named "Little Living Rainbow".
I later learned how wrong I was, your quiet self, turned out to be spunky, happy, and fierce in your own way. Your antics made me smile even on the worst of days, whether it was your unique dances, how you jumped for food, or how you'd just sit and stare at me, there was never a day you didn't make me happy.
I don't know what happened. As you were fine one day, all happy and greeting me and spunky, and then you were gone the next.
I hope you had a good time in the time we spent together, I know I did. And I also know I'll never be able to look at a rainbow again without thinking of you.
I look forward to the day we can meet again, at the rainbow bridge. Just do me a favour and don't try to blend into it..
I'll miss you sweet boy, S.I.P until the day we can meet again.
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I don't remember why we walked into that pet store, probably to get something for my other boys I had at the time, but I do remember going over and looking at their rack of bettas.
There weren't many kids there, most of them veiltails or sad-looking halfmoons. And my eyes hadn't even landed on you when I noticed a beautiful, pure white crowntail, with a yellow/gold iridescence. He was a boy of spunk, temper, and everything fiery.
I immediately fell in love with him but I hadn't checked the other side of the display yet.
This display was box-like, with cups in the front, and either side. A large sign read "Betta Fish" over the box, and on top, behind the wording, were empty betta cups, and you.
I don't know why you sat up there all alone, shielded and hidden by the sign. But you turned and looked at me, and you didn't swim or back away, you didn't start flaring, you just looked at me with this defeated expression. I loved the other boy, but I felt a connection to you.
For the next twenty minutes, while my mom looked around, I kept going back and forth, putting one of you back, and grabbing the other.
I even tried asking if I could take both of you. I so dearly adored the boy who was all spunk, who if I had brought home would've been named after an archangel. But I also loved you, with your sad eyes and calm demeanor.
Eventually, she told me we needed to leave. I look back at this now and feel nothing but a sense of betrayal to you, but I put you back and started walking up to the register with the other boy. As I walked away she asked me if I was sure I didn't want you, which made me realize the wrenching sadness I felt at leaving you. So I put the other boy back and took you home. Though it made me sad to leave the other one, it was nothing like the feeling I had when I was originally going to leave you.
We had recently had a hurricane go by, it didn't hit us (was supposed to originally I believe), but its name stuck with me. Its name was Cristobal. Though at the time the name didn't suit you personality-wise, your colours reminded me of a rainbow though, something that I've seen in the clouds before a hurricane. So you were dubbed Kristobal. And nick-named "Little Living Rainbow".
I later learned how wrong I was, your quiet self, turned out to be spunky, happy, and fierce in your own way. Your antics made me smile even on the worst of days, whether it was your unique dances, how you jumped for food, or how you'd just sit and stare at me, there was never a day you didn't make me happy.
I don't know what happened. As you were fine one day, all happy and greeting me and spunky, and then you were gone the next.
I hope you had a good time in the time we spent together, I know I did. And I also know I'll never be able to look at a rainbow again without thinking of you.
I look forward to the day we can meet again, at the rainbow bridge. Just do me a favour and don't try to blend into it..
I'll miss you sweet boy, S.I.P until the day we can meet again.
