Simba Bridgewater

I was there when he was born. My boyfriend had a hard time getting him to suckle. He was the runt of the litter and when he was a kitten he was my mother’s “handsome boy”. He was my baby boy. He loved green cords to play with even if a phone was connected. I have a necklace he loved to hear tinkle and bite. He would take me to the bathroom and then bedtime. He was my support on dark days and his smile could make my heart swell with happiness. I will never regret keeping him and his litter. Or their younger siblings I have 9 of them all together by three litters. They all are my support during this time including the mother. The love I have for simba will never stop but maybe I can fill in some gaps with his siblings. My grandmother in heaven is loving him up and making him smile now. Keep loving him for me.

I will always love you simba. You are my whole heart.