Not actual photograph of Bing, but could be his identical twin.
Yesterday, after nearly three years of benevolent neglect, our daughter’s blue betta, Bing, finally succumbed to the ravages of living life in a liter of treated, but unheated water on the bureau in her bedroom. We had a small but tasteful inland burial at sea moment for the crooner’s namesake, including a death mask photograph taken by my daughter. (Who could have predicted she’d want to have such a thing? My husband – she is just like him.)
Three years is a pretty good lifespan for a betta. We plan to get another one. Soon.
Let's be Frank. Maybe this one will be different.