Simba

We had to make the difficult choice to put Simba to sleep today. She was 13 years old and unfortunately in the chronic stages of kidney failure. I got her my senior year in college & she has been faithfully by my side ever since.

In the wake of her departure I reflect upon Maggie's relationship with Simba. Although it was brief, it truly was a beautiful friendship. It began with Simba really mothering and protecting Maggie as a baby. Simba would get so upset when Maggie would cry that I often found myself consoling both of them. Simba ALWAYS kept a close eye on Maggie and she was so quick to be on the scene if she sensed she was needed. I never had the heart to get upset with Simba when I would find her curdled up in Maggie's crib or on a clean laundry pile...because her heart was truly devoted to Maggie. And as Simba's illness progressed Maggie was always on the hunt for her 'Sim-Ma.' They would talk on the phone together, play 'nite nite' in her crib with Mono, share their snacks, and read stories together. They had an adoring and respectful relationship.

She in many ways was Maggie's guardian angel, and always always mine. May her soul rest in peace, may she frolic in the grass with her old pal Atticus, and may we continue to draw on her ever unconditional loving self as we move through this universe.