Requiem for Peeg

My betta for the last three years, Peeg, has been on a steady decline for the past few weeks.

Thursday, one of his eyes turned white. This morning, he was at the bottom of the tank, struggling to breathe. Tonight, he was upside down at the bottom. I fetched the net for the big swim

Bad thing was, he wasn't expired.

I don't know about quality of life for something like a fish. It's a living thing. It can feel pain. And I know the end was quick for him.

It's just weird that I had him for three years -- bettas are only supposed to live 6 months. He lived in almost as many locations as the dog and cat -- four out of my five domiciles in Idaho. He was older than Murphy. So it was a little awkward to end it by flushing him down the toilet.

But hey, he had a good life for a feesh. And I know he was just a fish. But he was my fish. And dammit, a good fish is hard to find.

Rest in peace, Peeg. May you frolic forever in the cool waters.