Dearest Simba~

To some you're "just a dog" to me, you're my everything.

I remember, 6 or so years ago, the very day we got you. You were 8 months old and the ONLY dog lying down, calm as a clam, just staring up at us with those stunning eyes. You were skiddish with new people, but took to dad and I right away.

In the adoption office at the SPCA, we sat there together while dad filled out papers to make you ours. I sat there going through names, and deciding a birthday for you. Your birthday was made Christmas, so your name was either Rudolph or Simba.
We brought you to Pets Mart on the way home, the whole time you walked closely by my side with your tail between your legs.


When we got home, I walked you inside and asked mom "What should we name him?" She quickly said "Outside damnit"
After a short intro to mom, I let you off your leash and went back to the truck to get your new things. You tried to follow me, but I said no. Boy did I regret that. I heard mom scream, and you bark. You bit mommy, you were scared, and it was my fault. I should have never left you alone and I apologize.

Later that day, mom tried to make friends with you by picking up your rawhide. You went after her and bit her again. She became terrified of you... and I became terrified as well. As quickly as I got my dream come true, my first dog, I thought it was going to be taken away.

I was wrong again. We worked things out with you.

For a while, daddy and mommy said "No dogs on the furniture"
I think we can laugh together now because it didn't take long for you to wrap us around your little paws and have us begging for you to jump up and share a seat with us.

Being my first dog, I wasn't sure just what to do, but obviously i've done something right. You never stop amazing me each and every day. Whether it's learning yet another trick or command or being highly patient and tolerable with new people.
I remember the days when you wouldn't even let someone walk past the house without it be known that you were there. But now, you welcome in friends and family but deny foe.

Sometimes I feel as if I betrayed you by getting you two baby sisters that pester you beyond belief. I wish you could talk to me and tell me how you honestly feel, because it would make me feel alot better. But, seeing you play and romp around with them makes me feel more proud than a mother with a newborn child.

You're getting up there in age boy, and ever so handsome. To think i've had you since you were 8 months old amazes me. Time really does fly when you're having fun.

As everyone knows, being a teenager isn't easy to say the least. You've made me the happiest any teenager could ever be, and because of you, I do not think any (responsible) child should be without a dog. I've often referred to you as my never-ending box of tissues, and besides "amazing" there's nothing more perfect to describe you as.

There's no man in this world who could make me happier, there's no amount of money which would make me feel richer, there's no person who could make me feel as important... as you do, Simba.

To say I Love You with all of my heart would be factual, but honestly not enough. I love you with all of my being, my soul, my life.


I never want to lose you, I never ever want to forget you.
You're truely the dog of a life time.. in which nothing, no one, not anything could compare.

In every bit of sincerity
-- Your teary-eyed slave.