“Simba, our beloved cavapoo”

Simba, our cavapoo, curls at our feet—  
A tumble of caramel, silky and sweet,  
With eyes full of moonlight and sunshine combined,  
A wag in his step and a heart well-designed.

He leaps through the morning with paws made of springs,  
Chasing the shadows that flutter on wings.  
His bark is a melody, clear and sincere,  
A welcome that brightens the dullest of years.

His nose finds the secrets that dew leaves behind,  
His tail tells a story of joy, well-defined.  
In rain or in sunshine, he’s eager to play,  
Transforming each hour into laughter and day.

He curls up for cuddles, a warm little cloud—  
The king of our castle, both gentle and proud.  
His kisses are velvet, his patience a guide—  
He’s more than a pet; he’s our comfort and pride.

At the edge of the park or the foot of our bed,  
The world seems much brighter wherever he’s led.  
Oh Simba, sweet Simba, you’re love without end—  
Our furry companion, our family, our friend.

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