In Memory...

This post is for Daughter. Love you Angel!

This entry is a little delayed, as I hoped to allow a bit of healing time for my girl.

She recieved the dreaded call.

Her BFF back in TN had agreed to take care of Red, the betta fish. We had agreed he was old, and couldn't make the CO road trip. Better to let him live out what time he had, as he certainly fought for it.

This is the fish that stalked us through rooms. He'd stare us down and follow every move from his tank.
He "died" more times than we kept count of. It's very possible we owned the only betta that played dead.
He HID from us under the stone cave in his tank, which was an event in itself.
Daughter would trace her finger through the air in front of the tank, and he would "dance" for her.

The dreaded call came, I answered it. Her BFF sounded a bit down, so I asked. She told me the fish had died , and NOT to tell Daughter, she'd do it herself.
I give her kudos for that.

Sure enough she told Daughter, and promised to give this fish the best fishie funeral any fish ever had. He'd be put into a matchbox and set into the pond the girls fished at.

And , did. I recieved video of this event.

Daughter was , naturally , upset. this fish was amusing us for more years than he had a right to.
So in comforting her, we discovered we may be the only family with memories of a FISH. We gave him a good life, he was as crazy as the rest of us.

Her BFF did a great job of taking care of him. She called with updates and stories of her own .When the time came, she didn't try to hide it just because we're so far away, she braved it out and called with the bad news.

In memory of Red Love the Bettafish. . .
Rest In Peace pal, you certainly earned it!