Goodbye Mr. T (Betta Fish)
The day was April 14, 2012. Kelly was super excited about stocking her new aquarium with colorful fish so we were browsing the aquariums at the local PetSmart. Her enthusiasm must have been infectious because later that evening I came back to the house with a red betta fish inside a cup-sized plastic container with little holes punched in his lid. I soon transferred him to a large flower vase and dubbed him Mr. T, short for Beta Test the Betta Fish. I thought his name would be appropriate as this would be the first fish I had ever owned and he, indeed, was something of a trial—a beta test.
It is ironic, then, that Kelly’s fish lasted no more than a week while Mr. T lived to be about three years old (maybe four, as pet shops often sell betta fish a year old). He passed away yesterday, or maybe the day before which is when I last fed him and he was still kicking. I have to clean up and vacuum up the all the mess done.
His health had noticeably deteriorated over the last month, but this was to be expected since he was quite elderly for a betta. Each passing year I would marvel at how he was still “somehow” alive.
For the most part, he lived in safety, but he did have a few threats. E.g., on Day #3 at Chez Felix, he was terrorized by Oreo the cat:
Shortly after the above photo, Oreo actually knocked over the flower vase off the computer monitor shelf while I was on the phone, and a minor panic ensued. This is because for five whole minutes, Mr. T was lost! I searched all over the desk, the computer keyboard, and the floor, but he was nowhere to be found.
It turned out that he miraculously fell into this mug, along with water, that was 50% full with pens. Despite the limited space in there, he was unharmed.
The next major crisis came during the furnace fiasco, in which the furnace was out during the weekend and the house got down to 47 degrees. Betta fish, being cold blooded, need to live in an environment closer to 65-70.
Mr. T, being the tough little guy he was, survived that frigid weekend by going camping behind the high-powered, heat-emitting workstation computer.
The rest of the time—especially after the first crisis caused by cat Oreo—he remained safely in one of two bathrooms: either the master bathroom or, in his last 1.5 years of life, the guest bathroom. During brief vacations away, people such as my buddy Tim (shown below) or my catsitter Shelbi looked after him. When I was in Europe for five weeks, a couple who housesat for me kept him fed and happy.
After he passed away, I gave him a proper burial in the backyard. He has his own little spot next to the garden plot, and I intend to make him a gravestone placard later this year to memorialize him.
He was a good little fishie. Rest in peace, Mr. T.
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Sorry man, we had a fish pass after just 6 mths but we really got attached to him. We wouldn't have thought we would -- it's just a fish, not a dog or cat. Can't pet it. But either we anthropromorphized him or he truly was curious to see us when we walked in the apartment.
Aw, you had a fish that passed away too! Yes, it's funny how we can get attached to these swimming little fellas.
There really are a few accessories you can include to
their housing to be sure they stay happier. The three most crucial Betta fish
tank accessories are water filters, water heaters and thermometers.
mine is a Sianese fighter fish