_ My daughter’s betta, “Bubbles,” has been doing the “dead man’s float” in his fish tank for a few weeks now.
His once majestic and feathery scarlet fins now lay in a matted heap as he floats on his side at the top of the water.
Thinking he’s a goner, I gently tap on the side of the tank each time I pass. But no, he flaps his little fins in response, letting me know he hasn’t succumbed quite yet.
I drop a few pellets of food down to him near his mouth, and he wildly tries to right himself so he can eat. And sometimes he surprises me by swallowing a few pellets. Surely, he’s trying to hang on.
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