Last night, I don't remember all of the details, but --
Something was terribly wrong with Simba. The vet kept on demanding that we put him to sleep. The vets office was right next to where we were staying (I don't knowwhy since it's not even like that here) -- So, we dropped him off. Everytime the vet went to put him to sleep, he'd jump back into his normal happy Simba - So, he didn't. During this whole process, My parents kept bringing home all of these puppies, which I rejected. I only wanted one, My Simba. The vet came into our house, Telling me Simba was gone. I cried forever, and worrying HOW I was going to tell the people on Pet Talk.
What a nightmare.
Thankfully, I woke up. Just to see Simba laying Next to me. I gave him lots of kisses and hugged him real hard.
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