I just told myself I wouldn't rescue any more bettas, even though I have three oldies (3-5 yrs) who are on their way out, and one female with a stubborn illness that just won't go away. I was looking foward to finally having some tanks freed up so I could focus on breeding hissers but... ah, I'm a sucker for big, clunky, old fish who have been ripped to shreds fighting.
The manager at the store I buy parrot food at came up to me today asking if I had "room for one more." She gave me Quasi (a tailbiter with deformed gills) and Chuck (a CT who had the worst case of Ich I've ever seen), and knows that I do betta rescue. Apparently last night, a betta jumped cups and was killed. The betta whose cup he jumped into was in lousy shape, and probably wouldn't heal so well in a cold cup. I told her I'd have a look - silly me - and when I saw the poor tattered boy with the big cut on his head flaring at me when I picked up his cup, I was inspired by all the aggro he still had in him even aftering being so injured.
So... "Spartan" is now home. He'll have to stay in a 1g temporarily while his injuries are treated, and a 2.5g after that, but Shyboy is losing his fight with cancer so I reckon he'll have a 5g home soon enough. :(
Pics ASAP!
Edit 4/13/07

Well, here's my only pic of Spartan, from a few days after rescue. You can see the gill plate injury, though it actually looks dramatically better there than it did the day of. He's settling in and healing well but
really hates the camera. The only shots I got of his poor fins were blurry and crappy.