You're My Boyyyy Blue (Sep 3 '03 - June 20 '05)

Monday is usually a bad day for everybody. But today is no case of the Monday's for me. It was the final day in Blue's 2 and 3/4 years life. Blue was a betta that Tabitha Baker graciously gave me on my 21st birthday. He came with a little hexagonal betta tank, some betta food, and a stiff lower jaw. For the next 2 and 3/4 years, me and blue bonded in an indirect, non-communicative kind of way. He would swim around in his tank and I would stare, but we never really said much to each other. But lack of communication was ok with blue. You see, Blue and I had an understanding. I bought him a luxurious tank (with a pump and plastic plants) and blue revealed a different side of me to the ladies that came over. Aww, how cute...you must be such a sweet guy, you have a fish. I'd wink at Blue and say, we did it again boyeee. It's hard to write the eulogy for your best friend's funeral, but it's harder to be the only pallbearer and attendant also. Blue was the first fish I had to flush down memory lane and if I had my choice I would have cryogenically frozen my little buddy, at least until they found a way to clone betta. If Blue had any regrets I bet it was that he probably didn't get to hook up with any chicks. I didn't want it to be like that, but betta's are weird about being in the same tank so for Blue's sake I could never arrange such an interaction. Nevertheless, my betta had a long and exciting life. A life that had I tried to live, would have made me really pruny.