R.I.P. Wingo

Our longest-lived betta fish to date, at the ripe old age of almost-2, went peacefully into fishy heaven yesterday.  He was a perky little guy who came to live with us on Crash's first birthday.  For the past few weeks, he's been showing signs that the end was near, such as lying on the rocks in a death-like pose, but would revive with a bit of stimulation (ie. one of us shaking and tapping on his tank while yelling, 'Wingo, are you ok??!!').  

Today, after a brief memorial service for the recently-departed, we brought in his replacement.  

Introducing...

...Sherlock!