Sex: Female Weight: 6 lbs.
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September 24th 2003
Sleeping, chasing anything that rustles and playing outside in the yard.
She dosnt have any!
Anything that moves or makes a rustling sound!
Favorite Nap Spot:
Her little bed
Simba was born at home in my backporch. Her mother, Angel, is another of my cats.
When she was born she weighed less than 2oz and from the tip of her nose to the end of her tail she was the size of my thumb. She died immediatly after birth but I managed to bring her back to life. Our vet gently told us that she would not survive her first hour and to just make her comfortable and warm. Her mother refused to give up on her though and she survived her first night. When she was 10 days old she weighed 4 oz and was the size of a small gerbil and she became horribly ill with a severe chest congestion. The vet told us she would not live a week she was just too sick and she didnt know how to treat a kitten that was so very small. I insisted she do what she could and with bottle feedings and medicine she survived and grew. After she was weaned we discovered Simba was not able to tolerate regular cat food. Every thing we tried resulted in her immediatly getting sick and throwing it back up. She stopped growing, and at less than two lbs she began to loose weight.We were able to count her ribs and her neck bones stood out sharply aginst her fur. She was dying in front of us and our vet told us there was little we could do as she even threw up the perscription vet food. In desperation we tried Purina One and she not only kept it down but she LOVED it! Now Simba is a year old and weighs almost 5lbs!!!!! She will always be small, but she is bright, and funny and interested in everything! She can hear but she cannot speak nor purr. Her paws and back hips are malformed and she has extra toes and missing toes. She cannot wash her face and it falls to me to groom her and keep her eyes clean. She enjoys life to its absolutly fullest. I do not know if its because of her rough start or not but she is the gentlest cat I have ever met. She dosnt like to be held or touched much but she will come up to you and sit by you. She has never once in her short life scratched nor bitten anyone or anything. Shes just content to be herself!
July 2, 2006
Simba passed away tonight. She was having trouble breathing today and so we took her to the vet tonight. Chest xrays showed her chest cavity was full of fluid. The vet coudnt find any signs of trauma so ruled out blood. That left the possibilities of a tumour, a hole in her lymphnodes, or a massive infection. There is no cure for any of these and she was suffering. It was very painful but we made the choice to help her go quietly instead of prolonging her pain. I will miss her always.
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Simba was born on September 24, 2003. At birth she weighed less than 2oz and was the size of my thumb nose to tail. She was a tiny miraculous creation and I held her in my hand with an almost overwhelming sense of awe as I looked at her.
Every aspect of her was minute and seemed perfect. Simba died immediately after birth, but with Gods help I was able to get her breathing again. Her life began as she lived, with a series of miracles that let me know how much God cares about all creatures.
As Simba grew, her multiple challenges became more and more evident. Her front paws and back hips were malformed to the point our Vet teach was surprised she was able to walk. But walk she did, and run and play! She never let anything stop her! Simba was also mute. Unable to meow, or even purr, she could sometimes make a very faint squeaking cry in times of great distress or upset. Simba’s heart was weakened by her difficult birth so we watched her with great care and love each and every day.
Throughout her life, Simba lived each day as if it were the greatest gift she had ever been given. She taught me to never give up hope that no matter how terrible and pain filled the day before was; today is brand new and together, we could start all over again. Simba’s life was a journey for her and for our family. Every day was a triumph and an expression of ultimate strength and peace. She made us laugh and taught us that we could overcome anything if we would only try and not give up! Some days she would look up at me from whatever bit of fluff she was playing with on the floor, and her eyes would say so clearly “Isn’t life wonderful!” She showed me how very good and how much we are blessed just to be alive. Now and in this moment.
In the spring of 2006 I began to notice that Simba had begun to slow down. She slept more and played less. I put it down to her being 2 years old and having triumphed and made it to adulthood, she deserved to be lazy! She was still gentle, still patient and always ready with that wide eyed innocence of a kitten to take interest in her family and world around her.
As I write this, Simba has been gone from me for two weeks. On July 2, 2006 I held her one last time and said goodbye and cried as my heart broke into a thousand pieces. Even to the end Simba didn’t want to give up. She tried so very hard to live, but she was just too sick this time and God took her home with Him.
Simba’s life wasn’t long nor was it filled with blue ribbons or trophies. She wasn’t outstanding in ways that most people would consider notable. She lived, as she was born.; surrounded completely by the hand of God. Her presence was a quiet, peaceful blessing in our home. And she taught us each and every day that God - and miracles - are very real and exist all around us in every seemingly minor thing that happens.
Even the very small and very unexpected ones.
Looking back at her short life, I am reminded of a lesson she taught me.
Live for now, right now, this moment. This piece of fluff between my paws is all that matters because I know I am taken care of by One who loves me very much.
And Simba I thank you for teaching me that.
And I thank God for sending you to be my teacher.
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