A week ago today, I went to the pet shop.
They had just stocked up on some new fish, and this special little guy was in the middle of them. As soon as I saw him, I fell in love, and I knew that I needed him.
And he needed me.
For what seemed like a long while, I would visit the pet shop to get some supplies, and every time I would stand to look at the Bettas, and he would still be there.
I thought he might be.
I wasn’t worried about someone buying him, no. Everyone avoided him.
He was too different for people to handle.
And if nobody bought him, he would surely be left to die in that pet shop.
Today, I raced down, and I bought that fish.
I am totally broke now, but it was absolutely worth it.
His name is Bartholomew, he is a ‘Rose Delta-tail’, and he was born with a thick layer of scales over his eyes, making him mostly blind. He can see shadows, I’m sure of it, because he always knows when I’m there.
He eats and swims around like nothing is wrong.
And there is nothing wrong.
Nothing at all.
He sits up on my collections shelf with all of my figurines, where everyone can see just how damned beautiful he is.
Like my 7 year old sister said to me when she saw him for the first time;
"He’s not blind, he just has pearls instead of eyes."
(I probably just wrote that whole thing for nobody to pay attention to, but anyway.)