Crying this morning….Klaus, my little betta fish died in the night…

Little fishy booboo, there you were, laying at the bottom of your tank, unresponsive.  I will miss your squiggling, swimming presence beside my sink.  You were a tiny companion who probably hated me, haha.  You never let me get close to you with my fingers or hand. You never fully trusted me.  But that was okay, I loved you anyway…

Today, however, as you lay lifeless in my hand, I held you to my heart, cried some tears, and gave you all the loving energy I wished I could give…I hope you know that somehow…and all the while, my dogs hover and stare, sniffing the air around my hand, with the look of “treat?” in their eyes…. :):(