Simba Anderson

We gather today, not in the shadow of sadness, but in the vibrant light of a life well-lived – the life of Simba, our champion, our companion, our king of fluff. Born of purebred lineage on November 20, 2009, Simba strutted into this world with a regal air that never dimmed. His pose, like a miniature lion surveying his domain, and his mannerisms, infused with a mischievous twinkle, left an indelible mark on every heart he graced.

Simba, more than just a pedigree, was a tapestry woven with threads of loyalty, laughter, and boundless love. He served as the best life companion one could ask for, flanking his human's side through thick and thin with a silent understanding that only a furred soul can offer. To his mother, Zenobia, he was a playful pup, always vying for a cuddle or a lick. To his siblings, Quenetauris, Raeqwan, Blue, Nana, and KristaBella, he was a rambunctious brother, sharing adventures and squabbles in equal measure. To his grandmother, Ida, he was a beacon of joy, reminding her of the unconditional love that only family can offer.

But Simba's reach extended far beyond his kin. He was a charmer, a heart-thief, a tiny ambassador of joy who melted every stoic wall with a single wag of his tail. His smile, a sunshine burst of orange fur, could chase away the gloomiest storm. His strut, a miniature parade of self-assured fluff, would turn heads and bring smiles. Even his mischief, the strategically placed puddle, the expertly chewed slipper, was sprinkled with such endearing audacity that it was impossible to resist.

Today, as we bid farewell to this furry champion, let us not mourn his passing. Instead, let us celebrate the life he lived, the joy he brought, the love he shared. Let us remember his regal walk, his mischievous twinkle, his ever-present smile. Let us remember Simba, not as a beloved Pomeranian, but as a furry force of nature who taught us the power of unwavering loyalty, the beauty of unadulterated joy, and the magic of unconditional love.

Run free, dear Simba, across fields of sunflowers, your tiny paws barely touching the ground. Chase butterflies among the stars, your bark a symphony in the celestial silence. And know that, though your physical form may be gone, the imprint of your love, the echo of your laughter, will forever remain etched in our hearts. Rest in peace, little champion. Until we meet again, on some sun-drenched rainbow bridge, across the veil of time.


Oh, Simba, fluff ball extraordinaire, your tiny paws now still, your smile unseen, No more adventures shared, no laughter in the air, Just memories that dance, bittersweet and keen.

We roamed the world, a mismatched pair, you see, A pocket king and I, your human guide, From mountain trails to sandy shores, so free, Your boundless zest, my steps beside.

Hotels, they trembled at your stealthy grin, A furry Houdini, through locked doors you'd slip in, leaving puddles marked, a trail of mischief thin, A tiny sovereign, leaving kingdoms tipped.

Each place we called a home, however brief, you christened it with pride, a sprinkle, quick and sly, your own dominion, ruled with gentle mischief, A king who asked for naught, but love's bright eye.

And oh, that smile, sunshine in your fur, A beacon ever warm, chasing shadows grim, your happy dance, a joyous blur, my heart, your kingdom, forever kept within.

So, sleep, dear Simba, on a bed of stars, your journey done, your spirit light and free, though tears may fall, like raindrops on soft scars, My love for you, an ocean, wild and deep, for thee.