An Obituary

Tall, dark and handsome. That's the way my Simba would be described. Doberman by breed and an excellent watchdog for most of his ten year old life.

Simba was the heart of my family. He came as a spunky two month old and won us all over with his mischievous sparkling eyes. His over-excited scampers all over the house, his expeditions searching for something new to chew on, his enthusiastic welcomes whenever we got home will never to be repeated. His trademark was making a go for the wastepaper basket every time my Mom and Dad got back from work. It was their job to chase him around the house to get whatever it was in his mouth, before things could settle down.

Simba grew up to be this huge and handsome dog whom everyone seemed at awe of. He always walked straight and looked such a beauty when we took him for a walk that people im the street asked us why we did not take him to dog shows. We keep dogs because we love them, not to commercialise them. I have lived with dogs all my life, and so has my Dad and his Dad. And in spite of that, every single dog is special.

So was Simba. This was why it was especially tragic when we had to put him to sleep because he was suffering so much from sickness. It killed us everyday to see him lie down and get sicker, not his usual self, not being able to play with our younger dog, Max, like he used to. He barely reciprocated our efforts at healing him, neiter did he get better himself like he always did. It was terrible.

He went down like the brave dog that he was and now lies in his doggy grave, completely at peace. I will miss him a lot. Especially my Dad, with whom he shared an extra special bond.

May his soul rest in peace.

ps: This is not Simba's picture, though he looked close, only a lot more alert and handsome. I cannot seem to figure out how to get his pics from my cell phone into the computer. And I don't have any his pictures in my new pc.