Tuesday, July 21, 2009
You think with a title like that this posting would be about food. It's about my sweet little fish Jellybean. Jellybean passed away last night July 20, 2009. Jelly didn't start off his life great. He probably sat swimming around in the pet store dirty fish tank for quite awhile before someone bought him. I bet he was hopeful that this person was going to take him home and give him a great life, but sadly that wasn't the case. This person was probably told... like most are by non educated pet store employees, that Betas are very simple to care for. Doesn't need a big bowl, just regular fish food and he'll be fine. They aren't fine. They need room to swim, build bubble nests and proper food and water to help keep them happy and healthy. Poor Jelly was bought and left to live in a plastic beer cup. Dirty water, no plant, no rocks, nothing. So one day 2 years ago my bf rescued him from that place. Jelly made the bumpy and scary journey home in that plastic beer cup. That night we transplanted him into a small glass bowl and the next day we went to the pet store and bought him a nice big glass bowl, some rocks, a plant to swim around and lay on top of and some proper Beta food. He was a happy fish, you could just tell. He was always swimming around and making bubble nests. He loved to see Jason work out. It was quite a motivation for us, as he would swim back and forth and we'd work out more just to see Jelly "exercise" with us. He blew me "kisses" if I went up to his bowl and made fish sounds and the fish face. He was always excited to see us come home. At night he would splash around (Beta's are known for jumping out of their tanks) and scare Jason into thinking he had escaped. He also loved to move his rocks into the correct position for his bed. We would hear 'clink, clink, clink at night and the next day a bunch of rocks would be moved so his bed was just the way he liked it. That was the funniest. I had never seen a fish build a bed for itself! He was a brilliant blue color, like a sapphire. All the fish I had in the past were plain in comparison. They never were excited to see a person, they didn't care if you paid attention to them at all. Jelly did. He was a great fish. He made me laugh when I was sad and made me love him more everyday. We did our best at the end to try and help him, he looked so sad and sick, but he could have just been old and it was his time. I don't know how old Jelly actually was. He was at least 3, but could have been older. Either way he lived a long life and I'm glad that the last 2 years of it was with people who really truly loved him instead of the places he started. We felt he deserved better then being throw out or leaving the way most fishes do. So Jason buried him in last night.. or well at 4am in the back of our apartment complex under a nice big tree. He's now at the rainbow bridge with all the other sweet pets Jason and I had over our lives. The top of our entertainment center looks so empty with his bowl not there and our hearts will be a little more empty too. He was a special little bubba (that was my nickname for him sometimes) and we'll always have a special place in our hearts and memories for him. Rest in Peace Jellybean. We love you.