R.I.P., Caitiff.
My beloved betta, Caitiff, whom I rescued from abandonment in my last few weeks at the Daily Grind died today. He was a lovely pale cream with only a sprinkling of blue and pink around his tips. Never one to stand on ceremony, when he noticed me glancing around my laptop at him, he would wiggle to the front of his lily bowl and beg for food. He's kept me companionship on my desk at work for all but two of my seventeen months at Rosetta Stone, outliving all of the other office fish. His tricks, his quiet onlooking, and the recognition I could see when I looked at him are now gone. Fare thee well.
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arkstangent) wrote,
heartbroken
