Nineteen Years of Love: A Tribute to My Beloved Cat

十九年的爱：献给我挚爱的猫

Today, I said goodbye to Simba — my cat, my companion, and a quiet thread woven through nineteen years of my life. Even though I’ve been living far from him in recent years, leaving him behind in Canada never changed how much he meant to me. Every summer, I looked forward to seeing him again, to finding him in his familiar spots, to feeling that small but unmistakable joy that only he could bring.

Simba lived a long life, one filled with routines, sunbeams, and the kind of steady presence that becomes part of your sense of home. Nineteen years is a lifetime, yet somehow it still doesn’t feel like enough. Knowing he’s gone leaves an ache — not dramatic, but deep, like a room that suddenly feels too quiet.

I’m grateful for every year he gave me, even the ones I could only share from afar. And I’m going to miss him. His warmth, his calm, his simple existence that somehow made the world feel a little softer.

Goodbye, Simba. Thank you for staying with me for so long.

今天，我向 Simba 道别了——我的猫，我的伙伴，也是陪伴我生命中十九年的温柔存在。虽然这些年我一直在国外生活，把他留在了加拿大，但距离从未改变我对他的感情。每年夏天，我都期待再次见到他，期待他在熟悉的角落里等我，期待那种只有他才能带来的小小喜悦。

Simba 的一生很长，也很安稳。他有自己的节奏、自己的阳光、自己的日常。他的存在悄悄地成为了我“家”的一部分。十九年是一段漫长的时光，但在失去的这一刻，却又显得不够长。知道他离开了，心里会隐隐作痛——不是轰烈的悲伤，而是一种房间突然变得太安静的空落。

我很感激他陪伴我的每一年，即使有些年我只能在远方牵挂他。我会想念他。他的温暖，他的安静，他那种简单却能让世界变得柔软一点的存在。

再见了，Simba。谢谢你陪了我这么久。