My family was decimated this weekend. Darwin, my beautiful Betta fish, decided to join fish heaven. In the big tank, one of our Angel fish decided to be supportive and went belly up yesterday morning. And then in the evening, the nice golden ballerina couldn’t take the pain of her buddies passing away, and died of a broken heart.
I blamed myself for the Betta fish dying. John tried to convince me it isn’t really my fault, they just die. I’m still feeling like I did something to the poor little one. But that’s it… No more bowl fish for me.
