Kartar Singh woke up this morning, did his usual happy dance, broke his fast of the last 3 days, and made me very happy.
Then in the afternoon, I found him tail up, his head stuck in the pebbles, dead.
I know Kartar Singh was only a betta fish, but I feel his loss.
Time to resort to the lesson I learned the hard way : Sadness at death is proportional to the level of attachment.
Another one, a corollary, one I had forgotten: Never name a fish.
RIP, Kartar Singh. I’ll miss you.