I'm sitting here crying thinking of Simba.
He's 6 years old now. which is young for a dog.... but still.
Lately he's been jumping up on the bed and failing once or twice before he finally makes it. Then he'll sit down while eating.. and lift his paws randomly like they hurt him. I wonder if he's developing arthritus.. or something.
I layed with him today on the livingroom floor after Valerie left... and then on my parents bed.. crying.. He means so much to me.
Honestly, I know most of you probably think he's "just a dog" but he's my best friend. Without him and Nala i'd probably just sit in my room like an absolute mess with tears just waiting for my time.
They make me smile. They're always there for me.
I've always called Simba my "never-ending box of tissues"
If anyone is able to say animals don't have souls.. or they aren't able to love.. they've never had a dog. or never met Simba. He's the dog of a lifetime, and he's come a long way.
He lets people in the house, he lets people touch him..........
He's right beside me right now. I wonder if he knows how much I love him. Or how much he means to me.
I remember when I used to get sick, throwing up, coughing and all.. He'd get so scared. When I threw up he'd start shaking and would sit right by the bathroom door.
I'm not sure if he knew I wasn't well.. or what it was.
I'm going to talk to my dad about it tomorrow and ask him to call the vets about it. I think I want to change vets.. but i'm not sure where. Maybe to Lauren's vet, where she takes Honey and the kitties.. I don't know. I just want what's best for my babies.![]()
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