Danja

I'm sure most of you at one point or another met my fish Danja. He was the most beautiful betta ever. I got him when I moved back to nyc after moving out from Kyle's apartment and in with a new roommate. He was there with me when my best friend didn't have a place to live so I had her come and stay with me in my little room. He moved with me to Queens to live with Kevin, and ultimately moved to Atlanta with me and Kevin. It sounds really dumb and childish maybe, but he meant the world to me going through all these huge transitions with me. He finally died last night, he was almost 2.5 years old, and I'm really upset. Maybe I shouldn't get a dog if I get this broken up over a fish.

I hope everyone will think of him at least once today. He was a good fish, as fish go. Much better than that nasty Hubert Cumberdale I had at work.