My betta fish

On the last week of December, I noticed that my fish Kris was ready to die. He somehow hurt himself and would hardly move. I transferred him to the smaller tank so I can keep an eye on him. I was so sad to see him in pain...

I got Kris when I went off to University up North. He was my only friend (excluding my roommate) that was there when I felt depressed and lonely. He would always swim happily when he heard me shake his bottle to feed him. He accompanied me when I felt like it was too hard on those difficult days..

Kris would always recognized me when I went close to his tank. After cleaning it, I would actually see how happy he was when he swam around his huge tank, zipping here and there. When I chose him, I knew I wanted him as a pet. Because of some circumstances in my dorm room, I decided that it wasn't safe to keep him there and bring him to LA instead. He was a strong fishy when I transported him but when I went back, I really missed him. It was difficult because I felt really alone but I knew Kris was going to be safe now.

Many might make fun of me for attaching myself to a fish but people forget that they are still living creatures just like us. There are people that become attached to materialistic things and that's somehow accepted.

I gave him a burial. I am happy that he was able to live for more than 2 years. I'm glad that he was there for me during my hardest times and that he was also strong for himself too. After his death, I've been a little depressed... He was full of personality. May you rest in peace my strong little fishy.

I want to wish every happy couple a Happy Valentines day~ Hope one day I'll have that experience hehe TT^TT anyways goodnight and sweet dreams everyone~