I was gonna write a happy little note because I went for a hell of a long drive off the map today, I stopped at a few bookstores and picked UP a bicycle which turned out to be worth every bit of trouble it took to get it; A 52 year old Raleigh with only one owner. But when I got home my beautiful blue betta was dead. All my fault, I put a small plastic cave in the tank so the cleaner fish could hide now and then. But my happy but tiny brained little fish went in one side and got stuck. So basically he drowned. Why is the loss of a $3 fish making me so miserable? I rescued him from a plastic cup at the pet store, where no doubt he would have died long before this. I haven’t decided on a replacement but i probably will, the cats keep looking for him in the tank and are getting suspicious.

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