We arrived home on Thursday night to this.
Annie! When I got here Friday he was um....kinda still. Saturday he was gone! I feel SO BAD! I sent him "on his way" and hope this one lives longer. Forgive me. (I didn't do it)
p.s. the rocks smell bad still. I tried rinsing them again today-
The good thing that came out of all of this is that Shelly (my dance teacher and Mom's best friend) got herself a betta fish too!
Sadly my frist thought wasn't about Cinnamon, it was 'I hope theodore is all right! If he dies Meghan is gonna' somehow blame me!'