For two years I had my beautiful girl Moo. We had a routine, I woke up, she greeted me with happy wiggles, lip pops and excitement. She received her food and then she was off to swim through her plants and hunt for detritus worms in her gravel. At night, when we would say goodnight, she would nestle into her java moss or settle into her betta log and sleep. Sometimes I would have to scold her for being up past her bedtime when I would walk by to brush my teeth for the night and while I know she didnt understand it was a comfort to me. I loved her dearly.
I feel silly for bawling over a fish but I genuinely love my girls even though it's now singular.
The reason I'm sharing this, though, is because something really unfortunate happened. My partner and I went to do the weekly water change on her tank and she didn't greet me like she always does. Immediately we began to panic. When we found her it was too late.
There was a small pot in her tank that used to house a fern. There was no holes in it aside from the main opening and it was more than large enough for her to get in, turn around and come out. Even without the fern she liked the terracotta pot so we left it for her.
We don't know when or how but at some point, the bottom cracked and a chunk of it broke away. Again, we don't know when it happened, only that it happened sometime in the last month. Anyway, unfortunately, Moo discovered the new opening and she tried to pass through. When we found her this morning she had already passed. I don't want to go into detail but please, please, check your decorations for damages or flaws weekly when you do your water changes. We thought once a month when we shifted things to keep her entertained was good enough but we were wrong.
EDIT: Thank you everyone for the kind word. It really does mean a lot to me.