My betta fish, Beans, sadly died on Monday, April 27th. Now that he’s dead, I wish I’d valued him more than I did. I took him for granted. I complained about having to change his tank water. Now that he’s gone, I’d give anything to change it again. He was so curious. When I’d change the water, he’d swim right up to my hand to see what I was doing. I figured I’d have him for at least 4 years. He didn’t even make it to one. Figured, “he’s just a fish. He doesn’t matter that much” I should have talked about him more, loved him more. Most of you probably didn’t even know I had a fish. I don’t know why he died. It was probably my fault. I took care of him, fed him good food. He just… died. Because of that, Beans deserves to be respected. So however you want to show support, whether it’s with kind words, art, whatever. It doesn’t matter. As long as it’s something. Goodbye Beans. You were a great fish. A beautiful fish. I’ll be making art and stickers of you for days to come. In the project I’ve included some of the little photos I took of Beans. Wish I took more. I’ll miss you. Every time I see his tank, every time my brother feeds his betta. I feel it. An emptiness. Something that will never be filled by another fish. Even if I get another one, they won’t even come close to being as good as Beans. Ever. Ever.
