We stopped getting fish at some point - because it was just too hard to lose them. Until Theo. Theo was my youngest daughter's Betta fish. She bought him when she was still in college and he kept her company in her apartment. She really loved that little purple fish. When she moved to the farm, Theo went to live with my oldest daughter, the one who is married with a two-year-old little girl.
Theo traveling on the train to his new home.
Theo, the bright spot in my white kitchen.
When our weather grew really cold this year, I noticed he was struggling a bit. My daughter explained that he is a tropical fish and the water was probably too cold for him. I tried to keep the water warmer and my mom even knitted a "sweater" for him to go around his bowl to keep him warm. It helped.
But as the weeks went by, it was clear he was getting old and tired. He started to lose his purple glow and he stayed in one place longer and longer. Sadly, I knew we would lose him one day, and I also knew that when he died I would not be able to flush him down the toilet. He was too much a part of our family. So today, after I found him quietly lying on the bottom of the bowl, I scooped him out and laid him in a little hole my husband had dug in the front yard, just in front of our Crepe Myrtle tree - the tree that blooms beautiful purple flowers almost as vibrant as he was.
Rest in peace sweet Theo. We will miss you!
(The photos were "painted" in Waterlogue. Have you tried it yet?)