Nine years ago my wife Alyssa and I were out in the feild just looking around and goofing off when we saw a little kitten. We looked around for it's mother but when we found her she was dead so we adopted the kitten and named her Simba.
Simba stayed at Alyssa's house but I would come there almost every day to help take care of her. Simba's kinda differnet in the sence that she never seemed to age. As soon as she hit one year old (or at least after we had her for one year) she just never changed. Simba was also very smart and could tell when something was wrong, whenever Alyssa and I had a fight she would find me and I would bring her back to Alyssa then we would think of the day we found little Simba and not be mad any more.
Alyssa and I thought of her like she was our kid every time something happened to Simba, like if she went missing or something, we would both be out looking for her every day from the end of school till the sun went down. As soon as I heard that Simba was sick I was so worried, Alyssa was breaking down over the phone.
Simba died yesterday and I was at Alyssa's house as soon as I heard. It took an hour to dig the small hole put her in but it was worth it. Even Simba's daughter, Clover, and Shanty, Alyssa's dog, sat with us the entire time. Even Shadow, my dog/Shanty's puppy, was sad and he hardly knew Simba.
I know that some of you may be thinking that I'm completely out of my mind for being sad over a cats death but Simba was like family to me.
Nine years ago my wife Alyssa and I were out in the feild just looking around and goofing off when we saw a little kitten. We looked around for it's mother but when we found her she was dead so we adopted the kitten and named her Simba.
Simba stayed at Alyssa's house but I would come there almost every day to help take care of her. Simba's kinda differnet in the sence that she never seemed to age. As soon as she hit one year old (or at least after we had her for one year) she just never changed. Simba was also very smart and could tell when something was wrong, whenever Alyssa and I had a fight she would find me and I would bring her back to Alyssa then we would think of the day we found little Simba and not be mad any more.
Alyssa and I thought of her like she was our kid every time something happened to Simba, like if she went missing or something, we would both be out looking for her every day from the end of school till the sun went down. As soon as I heard that Simba was sick I was so worried, Alyssa was breaking down over the phone.
Simba died yesterday and I was at Alyssa's house as soon as I heard. It took an hour to dig the small hole put her in but it was worth it. Even Simba's daughter, Clover, and Shanty, Alyssa's dog, sat with us the entire time. Even Shadow, my dog/Shanty's puppy, was sad and he hardly knew Simba.
I know that some of you may be thinking that I'm completely out of my mind for being sad over a cats death but Simba was like family to me.