You were so many things, and more to me than I ever realized. At times you made our lives very difficult and you were hard to love. Yet I did love you nonetheless.
You were my Simba. My Sim-Sim. My baby kitty, even until the day you died. Soft and cuddly, yet not one who let others in completely. You let me love you, and that made me feel special.
There are things about you and me that are so alike that I know we were meant to be...pet and owner. You were there for me when I was a young adult and a new wife, with a husband who had to travel each week far away for work. Something about having this little tiny fluffy kitten in my new home made me feel secure and safe, like I was not alone.
I will never be able to repay you for that, but I hope you know that for all the times I grumbed about your issues, talked about how high maintenance you were, and listened to others complain when you wouldn't let them near, I loved you more than any cat I have ever owned.
Rest in peace, little Simba. I will miss you so...I already do.