Sometime in this month, December, back in 1997 an Angel was born. My Angel.
It wasn't until November of 1998 that he came into our lives.
He was the only dog laying down in his kennel, just chilling as all of the other dogs, even his cage-mate were jumping all around barking. His cage-mate was a spotty-dog, a mix of some sort. We asked if we could take him out of his kennel so we could interact with him a bit. He never pulled once on the leash and he stopped when we stopped.
We got all of his information in the front office, and as my dad was filling it all out, I started to think of names. I was only in 5th grade mind you, so The first name that came to mind was Rudolph, as the lady said his birthday was sometime near Christmas.
We took him to Pets Mart to get the things we needed for him. All throughout the store, he never pulled once, he walked right by my side as people "Awwwww'd" at him. After Pets Mart, we brought him home.
When we got home, I brought him inside to meet my mother. I ask my mom what we should name him, she said "Outside damnit". I let him loose to sniff the house as I went outside to get his things from the truck. I heard my mother screaming so I ran inside. He bit her the first day we got him. I cried and cried thinking they'd make me take him back. We worked with them, although I think my mother was more afraid of him than he was of her. Everytime she heard his tags jingle on his collar she'd walk the otherway. He bit her a second time in the same week.
You'd never know now, that they had problems with each other in the beginning. She always calls her "Tinky Boy" to come to sleep with her. You say "Momma's home" and his ears perk up.
The only trick Simba knew was 'sit'. Now he knows tons, I sometimes forget what he knows when showing his tricks to people. Sit, Stay, Come, Down, Sit Pretty, Crawl, "Bang Bang", Turn, Balace a treat, Hold a treat, Paw, Other paw, High Five, Speak, "I Love You", oh and many more... There's honestly too many things to list that he can accomplish.
Simba came to me when it was almost time to go to "Big Ole Middle School". He's been with our family through many things and he's been with me through my "teenage years". I hope to be with him through his teenage years as well.
Simba isn't the most friendly dog in the world. He's very protective over our house, our truck, and us. After he gets to know you he's fine.
He loves his 'photoshoots' and the 'dances' my mother and I have with him in the living room. He actually used to have a 'club outfit' that my mom and I would put on him when we danced.
I honestly do not know what I do without him, and I really don't want to think about it. He's everything to me, and I'd sell anything with fortune that belongs to my family and I to make sure he was in the best care like we give him.
Simba has had to put of with some silly puppies, Honey and Nala, as they grew up. They're still growing, much much bigger than he is, especially Nala.
Sometimes I just sit or lay infront of where he is and stare into his eyes. I can tell he's truely happy and grateful for what we've been able to give him. I could stare into his gorgeous eyes forever. We just lay there staring at eachother and every now and then he'll lift his head and give me a 'kiss'.
I'm in tears right now, i'm not sure why. He fills my heart so much and I just can not put it into the right words... I don't think a million words would be enough to describe my love for him and how wonderful he is. Him and Nala are what make my day, everyday, and what make me smile. Simba is my baby boy, and will always be my baby boy. He's who I go to when I need to cry. He's who I go to when I need to smile. As i've said before, he's my never-ending box of tissues.
I love to stick my face into his fur. Even if he hasn't gotten a bath in a week or so, he has a special smell, a Simba smell, a smell probably only I could understand. I wish I never had to leave his side for a minute. If only he was able to come with me wherever I go.
I couldn't think of a more perfect dog than him. Even people who have said they hated dogs he's won their love from.
He's surely won my love, and he'll never lose it.
Happy Birthday, to my love, my life, my very special heart, my Angel; Simba.
Simba & Hpney's first Album together.
Simba being nice with Orion, the kitty.
Simba's Valentines photos
"Nelly" (Nala) & Simba (First day we got Nala)
Simba & Charlie
Duke, Simba, Honey, & Nala
629 Pictures of Simba
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