Click Image To Visit SiteAlone in the bathroom, feeling helpless as my kids cried. I’d just had to flush Ruddy, our beloved betta fish, down the toilet.

On a cold, bleak winter day a few years ago, that was the final sad result of the first betta fish I’d bought.

It shouldn’t have ended up that way. I remember the first time I went into a pet store and saw that majestic looking betta, bright red with flowing fins, crammed into a tiny little plastic cup.

There wasn’t enough room for him to swim. Heck, he couldn’t even move. Nor could he even spread… Read more…