Today, our betta fish of three years passed away. He was a shimmering crimson fish (I wish I had a picture) my sister got for my birthday when I couldn't have a puppy yet, thus the name.
He was such a smart little fish...Brian used to tap the bowl before he fed him and Puppy would come up all eager and chomping. And he would show his gratitude every time we (read Brian) cleaned his bowl by fanning out his beautiful flowing fins. He was so sensitive too. One time when I was sad he licked me. Okay just kidding, that was Otis, but Puppy really wanted to, I could tell.
Puppy, you will be missed.