We left our two bettas at my friend's house for the week we were on vacation. When we picked them up, he said "I think one os them is gonna croak!" and we was laughing. I kinda shook it off and took them home. My purple one was acting sluggish but my sister's blue one was fine. We changed their dirty water and went out to get some groceries. I came home and my purple baby was dead. He was right. Socrates was dieing. And I wasn't there when he died. I feel bad about it -I had to convince mom for months to get a fish. And my friend killed him. Bettas are supposed to live for a few years. He only lived for about one. I don't know who to blame...and I feel like I should have someone to blame. gonk
ThaddeusTheThird · Tue Jul 26, 2005 @ 09:19pm · 0 Comments |