R.I.P Gale

Gale was my Siamese Fighting Fish (Beta). I've had him for close to three years (would have been 3 in November). In the summer, he lived on my desk at the office and kept me company. In the winter, he came home to live on my kitchen counter and keep a watchful eye on the comings and goings of our family. Gale got his name because I brought him home the day of our first winter storm in 2003.

Yesterday, I went to feed him, and he was in his usual spot under his favourite plant, but when I opened the lid to his tank (which usually he responds to by dashing up to the top in the middle - "got food???!") he did nothing. Not so much as a fin fliker.

I knew he was gone right away. It mustn't have been very long as his eyes hadn't started to cloud over yet.

See ya little buddy.