Sparkie and Simba

Some friends aren’t play friends. They’re family friends.

That’s what Sparkie and Simba were to me.

Whenever we visited, I was very excited.I didn’t need to run around or wrestle or chase. I just liked being there — sniffing, watching, announcing my presence.

Sparkie was the oldest of the three.

He carried himself like someone important. Calm, observant and wise. And whether he knew it or not, he was the reason I existed.

Because Sparkie was the inspiration.

Watching him love his family made Ria and Aaryan want me. So really, I owe him everything. I always respected him for that.

Simba was the youngest. Big. Cute. Always hovering around me like he was assigned to watch me. He liked being close.

But Simba had rules. Especially about food. If I even thought about going near his meal, the message was clear:
Absolutely not.

Game over.

And honestly, I admired that confidence.

The three of us didn’t play the way other dogs did. There was no chaos. No chasing. Just excitement, presence, and a lot of watching each other.

It worked.

Because not every friendship needs action.

Some just need familiarity, history, and a little humor.

And we had plenty of that.