So, Simba has been with us since February 2012. He was welcomed with open arms from all of the kids. Simba has been a loving pet to all of us except for Jack. I think he tolerated Jack for the most part but when there was a battle for attention or food, Simba, the smaller dog, would always win. Simba liked marking his territory so much that I gave him the affectionate name of Weedler. I called him Weedles, Weedler, Weedy, and Weeds. Simba didn't care, he loved the attention.
Simba would be the first dog to the door when someone came home. He would jump up on the couch or chair to sit by you while you watched TV, played on the computer, or just sat reading. He didn't care what you were doing, he just wanted to be sitting by someone. One of the fun traits that Weedler had was that when we talked to him, he would tilt his head from side to side as if he was trying to figure out what you were saying. It was very cute.
Weedles met his demise by trying to find love. There was a girl dog around the corner from our house and Weedles felt the need to respond to the call of the wild. He snuck through 3 tight fences to find this girl dog. Once we found Simba missing, we all went hunting for him. We searched until it was too dark to see in hopes that he would just come home of his own accord. The next morning we received a call from our neighbor that Simba had passed away. The girl dog he was trying to court was a Great Dane. Needless to say, she was not in the mood and he received the brunt of the attack.
That night, we dug a hole in our backyard and gave a short funeral for our little dog. Each of us talked about what they will miss missed about Simba. All of us cried as we lowered his little body into the ground. We will miss little Simba. I hope we get a chance to see him again in the next life.
