I had to let my poor fishy go into the wild today because he was dying. It makes me very sad because he was 2 1/2 years old, which is ancient in fish years. I first got him when I was still with my ex. I'm still crying. I'll miss coming home to a no name betta fish who loved to jump and eat his food right as it left my hand. Hopefully the creek I left him at will be a nice resting place. I'm sorry fishy, I should have taken better care of you. R.I.P.

OH...MY...GOD. Come along Patsy!