Who am I?

Who am I? I am a weak lion, no longer strong. My pure red blood rushes out of my body, covering my burnt orange fur. The blue sky turning gray, matching my emotions. The rain falls upon me, blending in with my tears. I hear a soft voice, my keeper, whispering to me continuously "you're okay, you're okay" I was strong...once. "king of the jungle" as they all say, bringing change to the world. I was strong...once. But now, I have been taken away.