--Simba, there's one thing that comes to mind when I think of you: Love. I adore and cherish all the memories you've given me. You used to lay in my bed and sleep at my feet, then you began to sleep on my bed all together. I used to wake up to you being ready to leave the house at 6 am, no problem. You would sit next to my friends and occasionally growl that they got too close to your face. When I was sad, you would lay next to me as if to say "Im here! Pet me. Stop being so sad, dammit." I'm so glad we saved you from the shelter. I had qualms about getting a dog from the pound, but I will never fear it again. You started going down hill a long time ago, and I said it before, but I know it was your time to go. I miss and love you forever and always. I know you're up there with grandma and grandpa. I know you're in heaven, or just as good, hanging out around the house, finally able to sleep in our beds without having bad hip pains. You stole my heart the minute I saw you crying in that fence.
You've been literally my very best friend, when many others wouldn't be. And I truly appreciate that.
♥ Mommykins and Anna Banana