Simon
Date of Passing: 10/19/2025
Message to Simon: Today, I woke up to silence, to emptiness. No 5a wake up call for a walk, no middle of the night walk to the bathroom just to see you sleep. Yesterday, I had to say goodbye to Simon, and let him join Phoebe and Mr. Pete in the place where they wait for me. I knew the time had come but I was not ready. I fought for quite some time to make the call to A Gentle Goodbye, until one day just over a week ago, I hit send on the phone and the call was made. I had a week to spend my last moments with him before someone would be at my door to help ease him out of this world from his home, our home. These last few months have been so difficult, both professionally, and personally, struggles with Simon and his health. It’s so hard to watch someone you love with every fiber of your being suffer in any way, especially when there is still so much life, love, joy, and silliness inside of them, helping to mask the fact the end was drawing near.
I have loved Simon with everything in me. He has taken such good care of me for so long, keeping the journey alive after Phoebe left us. It’s so quiet now, no one under my feet, no scratching at the glass door to go out to the balcony, his favorite place. No more bully sticks to buy, no birthday cakes, no meds, nothing. I don’t know how how to change the narrative moving forward. I’ve had to walk to that balcony door to open it just to breathe and not feel like I’m suffocating. But all in all, I wouldn’t change it. I knew this part of our journey was inevitable and the immense joy and love I wouldn’t have sacrificed for anything, even this pain.
Run free again Mr. Piggles. I know I’ll see you again, where we will all be anew, where the parks will be endless, the balconies enormous, the treats bountiful, love overflowing, and time will not matter. You have been my everything and I’m so grateful you were meant for me. My sweet boy, my Mr. Stinks. My Simon. ❤ 💔
Tell us about Simon: A few months after my bully Mr. Pete had passed, I was missing the energy of a boy dog, though I very lovingly had Phoebe at that point. My breeder had been reaching out to me about pups, and one day I reached out to her and said I was ready to add to the household as long as he didn’t look like Pete because I wasn’t trying to replace him. She said she had a year old boy who was a ‘red’ dog, not brindle like Pete, very sweet, a little wild and full of energy, but his spirit was very kind and loving like Pete. He came home with me a few days later. He loved toys and bully sticks, long walks and park time off leash. He and Phoebe were both fans of other digs but they loved each other.