Hey!

Anthony reffered me over here

A little about myself:

My name is Julee,I am 13 years old, I have dyslexia. I live In Northwest Conneticut, and I have 120+ different fish tanks, 2 leopard geckos, 2 crested geckos, an adult lab (my username, lol), a pup (5 month old lab/hound mix, rescued.) 4 cats, a red eared slider turtle that I rescued from my science teacher, and I think thats it...


I frequent around 15 forums.

I only keep freshwater and breed the following:
Badis Badis, bettas, angelfish, some sort of julie cichlid (not sure lol), guppies, swordtails, goldfish (i let them eat the eggs) and a few others i am not remembering.

 

wow welcome, glad to have such a well rounded fish keeper join us here!

 

Thanks everyone

 

Hi and welcome!

 

All splendens, no luck with wilds, lol.

I keep pretty much all tail types and colors, i have about 80 bettas total give or take.

 

Dunno, just have alot of time on my hands, and don't need to age water, it comes out of the well at like 6.8-7.0 [dancing]

 

hehe, yup, its hectic, but sure worth it! my dogs are my antidepressents

 

lol arent you 13 what in the world should you have to be depressed about!

 

yea, I'm 13.

I had a gecko since I was 7, he went everywhere with me. My 6th year having him, and my cat found his way into the cage. He mauled him. My parents thought he was fine, and let him rot away. When i finally got him to the vet, it was too late. I couldnt say the decision, so I wrote on my dads palm "I just dont want my lil boy to hurt anymore" and had to put him to sleep. That was in Febuary.

Fast forward a few months, and I never got over it. I cried all of the time (something I NEVER ever did before), I hardly said 2 words to anyone in real life. I ate minimally, enough to keep me alive, and enough to keep my weight steady, but I felt sick, and I lost all feeling of happiness. That gecko was my best friend. I really have my animals to thank for being alive. If I didnt think that I could make a difference to some of the bettas in cups, and other animals in likewise situtations, i probably would have commited suicide.

that one death completely destroyed me.

Fast forward a few more months, to June.
I wasnt providing my other best friend, Shadow, with any companionship worth mentioning. She needed someone. I asked my parents (for the like 15th time in 3 years) for another dog. I clearly stated that I wanted the dog not only for Shadow, but to rescue another life to help me. They quickly agreed, hopeing it would pull my out of this depresstion.
And so we found Embyr. Embyr is a goofy, loving, playful puppy. She is now around 6 months, we got her at 3months. She is an excellent friend for Shadow, and my constant companion (other than school, my friends can now take care of me very well, and for the first time in months, I smile alot.) and anti-depressent.

We found her in a shelter that had rescued her and her litter from a high-kill shelter in KY.

sorry if that was a bit much for anyone....

Embyr and Shadow:

 

sorry for the double post, but I am now having a great time in life

 

I posted the story after you lol. And thank you