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Woke up this morning to find my betta, Truffle, had died. 

He got his name from his iridescent brownish colouring that reminded me of fancy chocolate truffles, the kind that look more like jewelry than food. 

We've had him several years, he was a nice fish. I'd tap on his bowl twice and he'd come up for food. He wasn't aggressive with other fish, in fact, our rainbow shark bullied him so much I separated him into his own nice big bowl a few years ago. He had a plant, a floating log, a heater, and snails for company.

Truffle was alert and ok yesterday, no signs of disease or distress, eating like normal. I'd noticed he was less active than usual the past week or so, but it's winter so I didn't think much of it. He most likely died of old age, which is comforting.

RIP, wonderful fishy.