The Day Simba left me
Simba was the name of my dog that I loved more than anything in the world. I started to raise Simba when he was born, and he remained with me for five years. He was a German Shepherd and was really intelligent one. Not only I but my friends also loved him and he used to get really get along around them.
We also used to play frisbee and sometimes Simba used to even win. I used to take Simba with me whenever I would be going to gas station or for a walk. One Friday, I took Simba with me in my car, and I drove for the gas station which was about five miles from my home. On my way to gas station, a cyclist who was coming from wrong way just came out of nowhere. The cyclist was about to collide with my car from the front, but I swerved my car to the left where all trees were so that the life of kid on the bicycle could be saved.
I was unconscious for I don't know how many hours, but when I regained consciousness, I was in a hospital bed. I was surrounded by my family and friends, and they told me that I was fine, and that I had just had minor head injuries; that I would be discharged from the hospital shortly.
I was delighted to hear that, and I asked about the kid on the bicycle. I was also delighted to learn that the kid was completely unharmed and he even came to the hospital to inquire about my health. But suddenly my mind thought of Simba, and I asked my family about Simba and if he would be alright?
Suddenly the eyes of my mother welled with tears and she told me that Simba succumbed to the injuries on the spot and died in that horrific accident. I felt like my whole world was taken away from me. All the pleasure and joy of emerging virtually unscathed from the accident was blown away. After I was discharged and came back to my home, a friend of mine told me that my car doesn't had vehicule restraint system for the pets, which is specially designed for the safety of the pets such as dogs and cats. I still feel the remorse of not buying a car equipped with pet's Vehicle Restraint System.