I just want to take a moment to say, perhaps for the umpteenth time, that Ursula is just the most amazing fish and has really been an education in fish ownership.
I know I don't post many photos of her, but that's because they never look as cool as she is.
I swear she knows me. She always seems excited to see me, always swims over. I crouch down and look her in the eye and start talking, and she swims her loop-de-loops and keeps our eye contact going. She doesn't flare like she used to, but then she's not the impertinent miss she was when Mr Jonathan was alive. (Likewise, she doesn't make bubble nests anymore, but that was always weird for a female betta to do.)
I feed her, which is often a pitiful experience since the tiniest baby betta pellet will pop back out of her mouth, but if I keep cheering her on, she'll keep trying to get the pellets. If I get busy brushing my teeth or something, she just swims back to a nice spot and sleeps/rests/whatever. I guess she waits for the food to get soft then gets it off the bottom; I don't know. She's always had trouble eating, but something must be working. That she'll keep trying until she gets it if I sweet-talk her ("C'mon girl, you can do it, here's your kibble, there we go Ursula, such a GOOD FISH!") just stuns me.
If I'd known she was going to live this long (3 years plus two months plus however old she was at Wal-Mart), I definitely would've gotten her a friend for the next-door bowl after Mr Jonathan died. But, I think she's happy. She has us. We love her.
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