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My Tail of Devotion for Simba - Gone to the bridge

July 17th 2006 8:28 pm
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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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