my best buddy Simba died today [View all]
I adopted him from Humane Society when he was four months old. He was a mutt—probably a mix of German shepherd, golden retriever, and pit butt et al. He was my best friend and best buddy from day one. He grew to 70 pounds but never understood that he was big. He wanted to play with small dogs but they were often afraid of his size.
He wanted to be on my lap and be with me always. All my friends adored him because he was so perfect and loving and affectionate. If he was uncertain or afraid, he would run and try to hide behind me. He was not very brave. His favorite time of the day was when we took him on his walks. In later years, we took the same route and he did his daily patrol sniffing most bushes and peeing on them
He want fast. The last few months he started breathing heavily. The vet thought it was arthritis and put him on pain pills. He stabilized and then the last few days he stopped eating, drinking, couldn’t get up, and wanted to be left alone for the first time in his life. We took him to vet who thought he had a ruptured spleen and he was in significant pain. We did not want him to suffer anymore! He was 12 and a half years old.
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