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Goodbye Tybbie
8 years ago
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Okay. So I don't think I've mentioned this on here but I'm a betta aficionado. I love bettas. I have bowls and tanks all over my room, each one holding one of my special little babies. If you're not someone who already loves fish you'll probably think this is kind of goofy. It's very real though because these precious little creatures are all unique and wonderful.
Today I lost Tybalt, my favorite betta. Tybbie was one of the first betta I ever got, almost exactly a year ago. He was a Dalmatian veiltail from Walmart who caught my eye when I was deciding which ones I could afford to rescue. I fell in love with him right away. His body was the most beautiful and iridescent I'd seen on any fish, white and pink with tones of blue and green. His fins weren't big, they looked like spotted pink flower petals. I loved him so much I spent an inordinate amount of time shuffling funds around between PayPal and my accounts to make sure I could afford to buy him that day. He was like a puppy--always super excitable and full of energy. He loved to eat so damn much. Tybbie went from having a tiny tank just to hold him until I could afford a bigger one to a bigger tank to a bigger bowl because you could tell how much he loved having room to swim around. He made bigger bubble nests than any of my other fish, and far more often. He tended to get himself caught in wacky situations, like the time he got his head stuck in the porthole of his little castle and I had to boop his snout with a spoon until he figured out he was supposed to swim backwards to get out. Or getting himself SOMEHOW stuck under the same little house and becoming progressively more wiggly as the gravity of the situation settled in (I lifted it and he was fine). I have a lot of memories like that of Tybbie. He was a great little guy.
I don't think I have any good photos of him saved and that's honestly making me even more sad. I can't find any pictures of fish that even come close to looking like him and I don't like the thought of never even being able to look at him again. He'd been sticking to the bottom of his tank for a few days so it was probably bloat that got him. I got frozen peas for him today but when I looked in his bowl it was too late. His iridescence is already gone.
Talking about him feels like the right thing to do. I want to draw him but I won't be able to ever make something that looks enough like him. At least he existed and got to be alive and have a life in a nice big bowl with plenty of food and real bug treats and surface leaves to nap on. Hopefully he was happy a lot and enjoyed being alive. Bye bye Tybbie. I wish I could have pet and kissed you but touchies and kissies are bad for fishies.
Today I lost Tybalt, my favorite betta. Tybbie was one of the first betta I ever got, almost exactly a year ago. He was a Dalmatian veiltail from Walmart who caught my eye when I was deciding which ones I could afford to rescue. I fell in love with him right away. His body was the most beautiful and iridescent I'd seen on any fish, white and pink with tones of blue and green. His fins weren't big, they looked like spotted pink flower petals. I loved him so much I spent an inordinate amount of time shuffling funds around between PayPal and my accounts to make sure I could afford to buy him that day. He was like a puppy--always super excitable and full of energy. He loved to eat so damn much. Tybbie went from having a tiny tank just to hold him until I could afford a bigger one to a bigger tank to a bigger bowl because you could tell how much he loved having room to swim around. He made bigger bubble nests than any of my other fish, and far more often. He tended to get himself caught in wacky situations, like the time he got his head stuck in the porthole of his little castle and I had to boop his snout with a spoon until he figured out he was supposed to swim backwards to get out. Or getting himself SOMEHOW stuck under the same little house and becoming progressively more wiggly as the gravity of the situation settled in (I lifted it and he was fine). I have a lot of memories like that of Tybbie. He was a great little guy.
I don't think I have any good photos of him saved and that's honestly making me even more sad. I can't find any pictures of fish that even come close to looking like him and I don't like the thought of never even being able to look at him again. He'd been sticking to the bottom of his tank for a few days so it was probably bloat that got him. I got frozen peas for him today but when I looked in his bowl it was too late. His iridescence is already gone.
Talking about him feels like the right thing to do. I want to draw him but I won't be able to ever make something that looks enough like him. At least he existed and got to be alive and have a life in a nice big bowl with plenty of food and real bug treats and surface leaves to nap on. Hopefully he was happy a lot and enjoyed being alive. Bye bye Tybbie. I wish I could have pet and kissed you but touchies and kissies are bad for fishies.
