Way back in February (or so), my dad took Poppy out to run some errands. 
They came home with a pet fish — a beautiful little Beta. Poppy named the poor little boy fish Dorothy, after Elmo’s goldfish, and he spent most of his time swimming around in a vase on the kitchen counter.
Dorothy has been a good and faithful little companion, paying close attention to our culinary adventures and leaping playfully to nab fish food from my finger.
Which is why I am very sad to report that this morning, I found that Dorothy had gone on to his fishy reward.
The worst part is, I’m pretty sure it’s my fault. I changed Dorothy’s water yesterday. I did leave the new water sitting out to acclimate for about 24 hours, but I don’t think I gave the vase enough time to return to its normal temperature after I washed it.
I think I killed Dorothy. And I’m really pretty darn upset about it. I miss that little guy.
aww, that’s sad, but betas are notoriously fickle creatures! If you just look at them funny they’ll keel over.
Don’t worry. He was probably very lonely swimming in the vase all by himself. You did him a favor by sending him up to heaven to swim around with all of his little fishy friends, in a much bigger pond.
When my beta Fritz died, I cried. (Well, I’m sure you already assumed that.) I had him for a ridiculously long period of time…honestly, I’m thinking like 3 years.
So you didn’t go for the whole swap dead fish with new fish approach to spare the tears? Or were you the source of most of the tears?