Poor Rockstar

A few months ago my co-worker Inayah had to get rid of her beta fish.  She had it at work and apparently nobody liked it there so she had to find it a home since her cats would probably never leave him alone.  So, I told her I'd take him.  Cody doesn't have a pet and what better to see how he takes care of one by starting with a fish.  So I brought him home and Cody was excited. 

What I didn't realize is that Cody knew exactly what a beta fish was since he has one in his classroom.  So I told him that he got to name him and he yelled out..."His name is Rockstar!"  What a perfect name I thought.

It turns out that Rockstar has become my buddy in the last few months.  Cody says hi here and there but has totally forgotten about him which is good and bad.  Good because it makes me realize that there is no way he'll ever take care of a pet and bad because I did get the fish for Cody and he isn't even feeding the poor thing. 

So every night when I walk up to his little 5 gallon tank, he swims toward me with delight.  His little fins go a mile a minute, ready for dinner.  And he gulps it all down too.

But just yesterday, I noticed him swimming a little different.  And today poor Rockstar is on his side at the top of the bowl.  He's alive but I don't know what happened.  I've never had a beta before.  So I jumped on the internet and found that he either ate too much or he's sick.  Oh no!  I never over fed him but maybe I did?  Poor little guy.  I'll have to keep monitoring him to see how he does.

Come on Rockstar.  We all get sick....fight through it!