My poor, sweet little betta died. He was fine this morning but I found him dead at the bottom of his bowl when I got home. He lived almost three years swimming in his vase, watching us as we went about our daily lives. Occasionally, I'd take him to different places around the house so he could see something different.
He would always come close to the glass when I came to give him his food or just to talk to him. For a fish, he was very affectionate. And he truly seemed to enjoy having his vase set in a sunbeam. His fins would come up and he'd swim back and forth as if playing with the beam of light. It never lasted long enough. Neither did he.
I'm going to miss him.