Our Simba
So - with that being said - today's post is to let you know that my heart is absolutely breaking.
I grew up in the country, which many people think means the great outdoors. But my parents did not farm, per se, they more or less gardened. It wasn't until some of us had married and left home that my parents actually built another house, moving to 'The Farm.' Anyway, as kids we still had numerous pets. Like most, we had the customary pastel colored Easter ducks, chickens and rabbits. Poor things. They all mostly disappeared - mysteriously - except for my sister's duck. My mom accidentally backed over it leaving the garage one day. It devastated my mom. Seriously.
Most of our dogs - and cats - were victims of Hwy 13. I'm assuming this was before restraints or leashes of any kind were widely used because they would wander and that would often be the last time we ever saw them. My parents didn't believe in indoor pets and I'm sure 4 stair-step-aged kids played a big part in that. So as a result I never really had much time to get attached to childhood pets.
But 14 years ago - came Simba. Man oh man ... what an awesome, awesome pooch ...
Simba was given to Amanda as an early Christmas gift. She named him Simba - from The Lion King. He was her pet. Yes, we did as many parents do and assumed she could accept full responsibility of the day to day care and attention that he would require. Then when we realized how busy her life was, Mike stepped in.
Simba quickly became a member of our family. Let me repeat that. A member of our family. For you to truly understand our heartache you have to wrap your head around that first. He was a part of our family 24/7 and he helped to make our house a home. Every. Single. Day.
At first he was like another child. You know - the whole potty training thing. Puppy pads and accidents. Then teaching him what he was and wasn't allowed to do. Particularly when it came to Q-tips. Oh my gosh - how he loved to find a Q-tip!
And he required multiple trips to the vet. Not just for the normal vaccinations, but because he also had a lengthy history of ear infections. We would always complain about it costing more than taking one of the kids to the doctor - but we never regretted a single trip.
Look at that handsome boy :) He was a faithful client at The Village Groomer. They scheduled him annualy for regular 6 week appointments. He even had a calendar with paw prints marking his special dates. I'm pretty sure we also spent more on his salon visits than on my own :) And once again - we never regretted a single trip.
He LOVED his visits to the groomer. So much that we couldn't even say the word 'haircut' until it was time to actually get in the car. I swear it sounded like he was barking the words 'hurrrry, hurrry' the entire way there. I don't know what they did to him, but he absolutely loved to visit Mike and the ladies to be pampered!
Simba was a unique and irreplaceable pet. He had complete rein of our home when we were away. He was never kenneled and never gave us reason to do so. He never bothered anything. Nothing. He could go the entire day without an 'accident'. He ate when he was hungry and he stopped when he was full. He sat at the door and barked to go out - and then he sat at the door and barked to come back in. He growled at one person the entire time we knew him - and he never met a stranger. Like many of us complex humans, he simply longed to be acknowledged.
He loved to be brushed and he hated a bath. If Mike made the mistake of saying the word 'bath' he would immediately sneak off to his hiding place - under our bed.
He knew what a treat was and he loved microwaved bologna. He loved watermelon, tomatoes, popcorn and sweets. Mike treated him like a King at mealtime and Simba loved the man to death for it.
He loved to fight rain water gushing from a downspout - with the determination of a true little fighter. Yeah, he always wound up looking like a little drowned rat, but he never gave up.
He loved our neighbor, Dwayne. For some reason Simba idolized the man. He always knew when Dwayne was outside and would sit in the same spot for hours just staring at him.
Simba was as smart and as wise as could be. Miss Priss taught him how to play hide-and-seek. Really! And he always found her. :) He loved and knew us all by name. Daddy, Mama, Amanda and Michael. He always knew when we were due home - waiting just inside the door to greet us. All he wanted was for us to know that he was there.
If you've ever been blessed by the love of a family pet I know you understand the degree of heartache in our family right now. We miss the clicking of his nails on the hardwood. The clinking of his name tag on his water bowl. The jingling of his collar. And even the snoring while he slept. We miss anything and everything about him.
I'll end this by saying that Simba completed our family. He was normalcy and right now that is missing.
He won't be waiting when we get home today and our hearts are absolutely breaking.
So we will do our best to play the old cover-up. But please understand if we become misty-eyed when you offer condolences or we're caught off guard by our raw emotions for a while.
We loved Simba more than you can imagine.
He may be gone, but he will never be forgotten.
"It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with them, and every new dog that comes into my life gifts me with a piece of theirs." Anonymous
Give your burdens to the LORD,
and he will take care of you. Psalm 55:2
and he will take care of you. Psalm 55:2
God blesses those who mourn,
for they will be comforted. Matthew 5:4
for they will be comforted. Matthew 5:4
Shelia :'(