What a weekend. Simba's move to my parents actually turned into more of a short vacation for him. Yes that is correct, we have Simba back home now. He was refusing to eat or drink water from the minute we left my parents Saturday, and seemed "depressed". I am sure he would have been better if we had given it a couple weeks but Kevin and I thought it would be best to get him home. (Not to mention my constant crying for two days). Anyways...I drove up there last night and brought him home. He perked up when he heard my voice and when we got him home he ran to his food bowl and ate. And ate. And ate.
Simba made himself right at home again!
The only reason he is home is because he will be spending all his time shut into our bedroom. He is only allowed out when Isabelle is sleeping and her door is shut, we are in the basement playing with the door shut, or we are gone. Other then that he is shut in our room. Which really is not too bad of a life for him, considering even if our door was open he would be in our room anyways sleeping. I am sure that when Isabelle is older and in a toddler bed and can get up and out of her room at night then he will probably be heading back to my parents to live. But if we can give him another year or so happy with us then that is what we wanted to do. But as always, our first concern is and always will be Isabelle.
Loves sleeping on my robe on our ottoman.
Isabelle is very happy to have her brother home....although she will barely ever see him. But we did let her see him this morning while holding her and she gave him a big smile! She loves her brother Simba!
Safely playing in the basement with Simba upstairs!
Loves putting her toys in the cup holders on the couch!
Welcome back home Simba. We all love you and are glad you are home with us....if even just for another year.
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