17/01/2026
SIMBA – My Brave Little Fighter 🐶💙
Some battles don’t make noise.
They happen quietly… inside a tiny body that’s trying its best to survive.
Over the past days, Simba has been through more than words can express. 10 bottles of saline, drip by drip… and more then 8 injections every single day — each one painful, each one necessary, each one a reminder of how strong my little boy truly is.
The reports show a small ray of hope — his platelet count has returned to normal, and that blessing keeps me holding on. But the journey is far from over.
Severe anemia still drains his strength, and his liver is under stress, carrying the burden of infection and powerful medicines meant to save him.
Some days he looks a little better, some days he barely has the energy to open his eyes — yet he never stops fighting.
His toys are waiting.
The world is waiting to laugh with him again.
And I am waiting for the moment I see him run freely, happy and healthy, just like before.
Please keep my baby in your prayers.
Every prayer feels like hope wrapped in love, lifting us when we are exhausted.
Get well soon, Shona.
Mumma is right here — through every drip, every injection, every tear — loving you endlessly and believing in miracles. 🐾💙