Tuesday, December 29, 2015

For My Angel Simon

I had tried to write this blog on the 26th. But every time I sat down to type, my words wouldn't come. I'm still not sure I know what to say, but I'm going to try because I need to.
So here I go, trying my best to find my words.

Dear Simon,

According to the calendar on the wall it's December 26th, it's been a year since you've been gone. A year I had to learn to live without you. It doesn't feel like a year, it doesn't even seem like it's been a day yet. But then again some days it feels like it's been longer then a year. How time can pass so slow, and so fast all at once, I'm still not sure.

I know one thing for sure though, not a day goes by that I don't think of you. I see reminders of you everywhere, in everything. On those days I still find it hard to breathe. You were such a big part of my life, you were my life. I miss you. I carried on our traditions, I fell asleep on Christmas eve watching twenty four hours of a Christmas Story.  We would watch it together way into the morning every year. You always fell asleep way before I did, curled up under the covers on my lap, snoring softly.

You were the little dog that saved me, that came into my life when I needed you most. It's been a hard year, and I'm just now starting to find my way again. I have met some amazing people to help me get through it. I strongly believe you had a hand in my finding the Tanner Brigade. Thank you. You are still saving me when I need it. But even still what I need the most is you. That will never change, and I never want it too.

I've been looking around on rescue sites, looking for a furry face that needs me. I know you are looking too, and trying to send me just the perfect one. It's not easy, no one can ever be you. I'm hoping the next year will be a little bit easier, the same with the year after that. I want you to know I'm trying my best, I'm trying for you. Because you would want me to.

I hope you are having fun, and not getting into too much trouble at the bridge. And I hope you had a wonderful Christmas too.

I miss you, and I love you so very very much.
Love Forever, Your Mommy

Saturday, October 10, 2015

The Passing Of Time

It's funny how you can go from being fine, and doing ok, to suddenly not being fine or ok at all. It just hits you hard and knocks you down, at least that's how it feels for me. I've been wanting to write a few blogs on here since about August, but with my heart not in it, the words just don't come easy.
I'm in a mood tonight, I just need to share, to release my pent up emotions. Because dammit I'm not ok yet. I also have a feeling this will be a long blog for me.

August saw the passing of what would have been my Simon's 17th birthday. It was a weird feeling to have his day come and pass without him around to share it with. But of course the day wasn't missed by my knowing angel. I was in a cleaning mood a few days later, and upon moving what would have been Simon's sofa, I found a small white feather.

I know it could have came from somewhere else, but I know my angel.

Finding signs, or little coincidences can be comforting, they help take some of the pain away, even for a little while. Finding my feather was the best sign I could get, but finding a close second is pretty good too. I get email updates from a few Dachshund sites I'm a part of, and most of them are for shopping. So of course when an email offering a free Dachshund gift came to my inbox, I couldn't say no.

The free gift was for a Dachshund keychain, however, the real gift came after clicking onto the site. A wooden sign on the main page of the website, simply stating “All you need is love...and a Dachshund”.
It was perfect. It said it all. It was my two favorite things in one special little wood sign.

A sign that now sits in my room by my bed.

As always in finding my comforting and good moments, I get my fair share of sad and hard ones as well. It's those hard ones that made this blog so difficult to write, or take so long to write I guess.

We are now in the month of October and then pretty soon December. October is Halloween, one of my all time favorite holidays. A holiday that was always shared with Simon. Matching costumes, or just buying a new one every year. The stores have all the decorations and costumes out, including the ones for pets. It's a bittersweet aisle to walk down.

A part of me still wants to buy him a cute new costume, or that one to match mine. But then again, why? Who's it for now, me, just for old time sake? So is it worth it? Will it help or hurt in trying to move on?

And worse yet, the month I'm dreading. The month I don't want to come, yet just want to get it over with... December. December should be a happy month for me. My birthday is on the 22nd and Christmas is the 25th. But it also marks Simon's passing on the 26th.

It marks my first year without him. A reminder of how much time has passed, and that the wound is still fresh. I want to say I hope 2016 is better, but...only time will tell.


Friday, June 26, 2015

Dear Simon - Dear Mom

Dear Simon,

You have been gone for six months today. The days don't really get much easier as the months pass. In fact some days it feels like they get longer. I wish I could say that my pain is less, but it's not yet. I doubt it ever will be.

You were my whole world for seven years. The best thing to ever happen to me was the day I met you. We had such a deep love, and truly connected bond. You only had eyes for your mommy. I still save your spot in the bed, and any time food drops to the floor, I think of you. Your food and water dish are still down and waiting for you, as are your toys.

This is going to be a very hard day for me. Life isn't the same without you here. I start typing a thought to you, only to erase it and start over. I don't know what to say to you besides how much, and deeply I miss you. That I love you.

You have a birthday coming up, seventeen. I think on that day, I'll have a cheeseburger, plain of course, in your honor. I'll even put a candle in it for you. I bet you are thinking your moms so silly for doing something like that, but when it comes to you, I have no shame. I will do anything for you. Speaking of which, I'm watching a Beatles movie today, just for you.

Can you remember laying beside me as I sang Beatles song to you? Did you have a favorite?

Dear Mom,

I miss you too, and I love you with all my heart. I spend my time watching over you, and playing with my new doggie friends. We tell stories of our moms and dads, and the time we had with them. I tell them all about you, and that you are also telling the same stories about me.

The seven years I got to spend with you, and be loved by you were the best years of my life. You spent all of your time helping me, and you showed me what true love is. You helped make my life before you become just a bad dream. Thank you for that mom.

Please don't hurt so much for me, it makes me sad I can't be there to lick the tears away. I can see and feel your sadness. You are right mom, our bond can never be broken, please try to remember that now.  You can sleep on my side of the bed, and that new bed does look pretty comfy.

I sure do miss cheeseburgers, that's something we doggies could use up on the Bridge, a good burger joint. And I always thought you were silly mom, but you loved me and that was all that mattered.
I didn't care what song you sang, you were singing to me. It was the love I felt, the words didn't matter.

Always remember I love you, I love you from the tip of my tail, to the top of my nose, and I always will. That will help you when you feel sad. When you think of me, know I'm thinking of you too.

I also wanted to add to this blog a video I had made for Simon, but it's almost seventeen minutes long. So, I figured, I would instead let anyone who would like to see it message me, or comment that they would like to see it, and I would give them the link to the video.

Thanks Emmy

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

The Photo The Never Was

So the next few days, and next few blog posts are going to be very hard for me. I may have mentioned it before, but this Friday marks six months that my Angel Simon has been at Rainbow Bridge. For me that's the day time stops. It marks a day that forever changed me.

It's also making me think about all of the wonderful times, and memories I got to have with Simon. And I wanted to share a big one with you. I may have told this story in short hand in other blog posts, but this is going to be the full story about the day I took the photos below, and forever changed my life.

 The date on these pictures is August 17th, 2007. In November of 2006 I had lost a little girl Bichon Frise, named Precious. She had to be put to sleep because of issues with her heart, and losing her had broken mine. I had also lost my grandmother in February of that same year. To say I was broken, and lost is an understatement. Everything in my world that I loved was gone.

I had told anyone who would listen I was NEVER getting another dog. I just wasn't going to put myself through that again. A few people said they understood, and agreed with me that loving and losing these pets are very hard. Some told me that I would find one I liked, and one day have a pet again. I wanted to scream at both parties that they didn't understand, and that no I wasn't going to get another pet.

So when one day a good friend and co-worker, who also happens to be in a Dachshund rescue group asked me to help her with her new fosters adoption photos, I thought nothing much of it. I would go, take there picture, email her the good ones. She posts them on the rescues website with a bio on the dog, and my job and good deed is done.

I. Was. Wrong. Very wrong.

The first dog she introduced me to was Simon. She was on her back porch holding him, telling me he was one of her tender ones. He was going to need only the best home. She also told me he would do better being carried to the spot I was going to take his pictures. Those words were soon followed by this little brown body being handed to me over the fence.

I looked at him, he looked at me... we had a small staring contest going on between us, as my friend gathered the rest of her "models"...and then he put his paw down my shirt.

In that moment, that little paw sliding its way down my shirt, created many things. I would realize only later, as he snored in my lap one day, that that move wasn't for safety, or from anxiety. He was claiming me. He had picked his person.

In looking back at the photos I took of him that day, to the photos I took of him those seven years he was mine. Those are two totally different dogs. The first one is shy and unsure...is wanting someone to love and save him. The dog after, was happy and sure of himself, he was safe, and loved.

I took a few shots of him, only to not find any of them worthy of his adoption page. I feel, even then, a part of me knew he was meant to be with me. Those adoption photos I took of him, never got emailed to his foster mom, they never got posted to his adoption page, and until this blog post, never got thought about again.

I'm glad I took those photos, I'm so very glad. Those photos are what helped me find just what I needed, when I didn't think I needed it.

Simon and I both were in need, we were broken and lost. In finding each other, we found our missing pieces. That thing we both needed to be whole.

I didn't just rescue him...he rescued me too.

There will never be another Simon. He was meant just for me.

The pain of loss is great, there's an ache in my chest that has yet to go away.

But the joy of love, of being loved, and of loving someone. Now that can take your breath away.


Thursday, June 18, 2015

My Puppy Flower

I'm having a bit of writers block, so I'm hoping this post can help me get out of my writing funk.
From the moment I got Simon his personality towards the camera leaned towards that of a ham. I loved taking his picture as much as he loved posing for them. A candid shot was always hard to pull off, as soon as he heard the camera click he was posing.

He also LOVED to dress up. I swear for a boy he had more clothes and costumes than I did. So, of course getting dressed up and having his picture taken was the best thing ever. I swear if I was too slow in getting him into one of his shirts, he would try to do it for himself.  Most often dressing himself without my help.

But that's not my main story with this post. This post is the story of how a random photo shoot idea, became one of my favorite photos of Simon.

As you all know by now, I'm a writer by trade and by heart, but I also love having other hobbies. One of them being photography, and having such a perfect and willing subject as Simon, only made me love my hobby more.

The idea came to me one summer day, after spotting some over sized plastic planters my mom had bought for the yard. I loved seeing cute doggy photos online, and wanted to try my hand at one of my own.Gathering up one of the planters, my camera and Simon, a beautiful photo shoot was born, as well as my very own puppy flower.


Wednesday, June 10, 2015

This Ones For The Dogs

Well this is new. I've set down to type this blog, and I have no idea what I want to write. I try to keep my posts light and semi happy. I feel with all the sadness of losing such wonderful babies to the bridge, we all need a funny story or cute picture. I know I do. That's hard sometimes. And as I concentrate on what words I want to use, and what my point will be. I'm...stuck. I don't have the right words, or a cute Simon anecdote. I'm numb.

These pets, these "dogs" are anything but just a "pet". They are family, our kids. For some of us, they are all we have. We love them as they love us, unconditionally, and with everything we have. And when they are gone our hearts break so deeply, sometimes we can't breathe the pain is so bad. We didn't lose just a pet, we lost family.

Only a true dog lover, can understand this. For some of us, we are not going to be ok in a few days.It takes time, LOTS of time. It hurts my heart when I meet someone and they tell me they have never owned, or been owned by a dog. You feel bad for me because my heart is breaking over my dogs passing, well I feel bad for you, for never having been loved by such a wonderful, and silly creature as a dog.

Had a bad day at work, that wagging tail, and panting tongue can make it all better. They are a therapist that only asks for treats, and a belly rub as payment. They keep our deepest secrets, and never judge us for them. I think Simon knew more about me, than anyone in my life. I know he often times had better advice.

This month, the 26th to be exact. Will be six months since Simon has been gone to the bridge. I'm not really meaning to keep track. To be honest, I don't want to. I don't want one minute without him, how did I get to six months. That's half a year. I'm not ready yet. It still feels like yesterday. I'm still far from ok.

Which makes me relive, and feel heart broken all over again when I read another baby went to the bridge. I hurt for them, I hurt for me. I want to tell everyone of them I know EXACTLY what they are going through. I want to comfort them, and help them.  I know words aren't enough, there's not really anything we can do. It's the thought that counts. To know we have friends, and people who understand. That let us cry, and vent, and talk in circles.

You guys, this place, my blogs and memories. It's all I have now. I'm glad I have you. Thank you

I'm not sure what else to say. I'll try to have a funnier post next time.


Monday, June 8, 2015

The Dog In The Sink

Well wouldn't you know. I had this all typed up once, hit a wrong button, and lost the whole thing. I guess this is take two, let's cross our paws it works.

Dogs teach us several lessons throughout our life with them. How to love, how to enjoy life, and the benefit of a belly rub.

With Simon, I learned how to give a bath...in the sink.

Simon wasn't a fan of the bath. That whole getting wet, smelly shampoo, slippery tub thing didn't work for him. He did it, and without a fuss. But would let mommy know his displeasure afterwards. I always needed new sheets after bath day.

In the winter he would get spared from the bath, unless one was really REALLY needed. I found doggy oatmeal wipes, and would "dust him off" with those during the colder months. But in the summer, we got regular baths, and a new routine had to be worked out.

Besides Simon not being a fan. Hovering over the tub for a long time would hurt my back and knees. So in the idea of using what we had, we set out to find a way to make it work.

Option one: The shower. Holding him in the shower to soap and rinse, then letting him out to run free and dry off. Myself stepping back in to take a shower too...in cold water. This plan worked in desperate times. But overall wasn't the best.

Option two: The bathroom sink. It was the right size, easy on my back and knees, and Simon could even lay down...or nap. I was also able to pull up a chair if need be. We would get the water warm, lay him on his side, soap him up, and then do the same to the other side. The water would massage his belly as it came from the faucet. It was a weenie spa day. And Simon started to like a bath.

He did get one more bath,  in what would come to be his last bath, in a tub. There are pictures of it here on TB. But for the remainder of his life, he was the dog in the sink.


Thursday, June 4, 2015

Wild Flowers

It's the changing of the season, winter has left, and summer is in full bloom. Flowers are coming in, tress are getting new leaves. New life is moving forward all around us.

In the hectic day to day, some times it's hard to "stop and smell the roses". We rush past life, or are too focused in our own anxieties, to see the beauty and peace the world try's to offer us.

I got to see some of the peace today. My day started out busy, and going as soon as my feet hit the floor. Off to the DMV for license plate tags, then to run a few shopping errands.

I want to pause my train of thought here for a second. I'm not sure if many or anyone knows this. I suffer with bad anxiety and panic attacks. I manage most of the time pretty well, but I have my days that the world is a very hard place to shuffle through. I don't take medication for it, I try to work it out on my own. Meeting Simon, however, eased a lot of the wear on my already frazzled nerves.

He had a calm, everything's going to be alright, I'm here personality, you had no choice but to relax. So it's safe to say  that without my hotdog shaped chill pill, I have more nervous days then not.

So a day like today, would have me almost exhausted by time I got back home. And of course, I can always count on Simon to save the day.

Ok, back to my point. Over the start of last summer, a group of wild flowers moved from the back yard into the front. We had already stopped having Simon go down his ramp to use his "potty pen" since he was having weakening in his back legs. So when the wildness slowly moved into his pen, no one got concerned.

And as you know, by the time winter fully set in, Simon was gone, and the flowers were waiting for the warmth to bloom.

So today, on a day when I needed it the most, I happened to glance into Simon's old potty pen...and see his flowers. Open and enjoying the warm day, and setting sun.

His wild flowers, my calm boy, giving me peace.

Monday, June 1, 2015

I Need A New Trainer

It seems like winter has not been at all kind to me, and my scale is proving it. Now I'm not blaming that on Simon. But the thought did occur to me, I was in much better shape when he was around.

I walked laps with weights. Translated: I walked back and forth from my bedroom to the laundry room, carrying clothes one item at a time, while also carrying a Simon.

I lifted weights. Translation: Picking up and putting down a Simon every 5 minutes while working around the house.

That one can also count as squats.

I was never allowed to be "lazy" while he was in charge of me. Laundry, cooking, vacuuming. All got done with a Simon firmly in one arm.

So it's safe to say, since he hasn't been around to "help" I have gotten lazy. I use both hands to cook, can gather most of my laundry at once... you get the idea. I have also gotten fat.

I know Simon would want his mommy to be healthy, not just physical, but in every way. So with summer finally on it's way. I am trying to get back into shape, I just have to do it without my trainer.


Thursday, May 28, 2015

Hair, Hair, Everywhere There's Hair!

In thinking of what I wanted to post this week, I got a sign... or rather a hair. So that's what this post is going to be about.

When Simon was alive, every season changing he would shed his coat. In the spring into summer he would lose his heavy winter fur, and then in the fall grow it back and lose all the finer "summer hairs". Now Simon didn't have long hair, or a big furry, fluffy coat. It was more like lets say long eyelashes. Some would fall and be almost the same as an eyelash, while others had a harder point on one end, that end often finding its way into the bottom of someone's bare foot.

You knew when you had a "Simon hair" in your foot, it felt like walking on glass. And while thankfully in the few short months Simon has been gone, our feet have all been spared. There still seems to be little eyelash like hairs everywhere.

All bed sheets have been washed, same for clothes. Even the carpet has been ran over with a vacuum a few times. Yet this little hairs still make their way onto my clothes, my dinner plate, the shower, the newly washed bed sheets, or the middle of the page of the book I just started reading. Hmm?

I'm not complaining, I love these little Simon reminders. And in the beginning I tried collecting every spare one I found, ( I clipped hair from his tail, as well as the vets shaving and clipping some for me to save)  But at this point all I need is a handful more, and I can make a brand new dog.

Still covered in dog hair, Emmy

Friday, May 22, 2015

It's The Little Things

I'm going to be posting a few of my blogs from another blog site, over to this one. They are after all Simons stories. They may not be in order, but they will be home.

Here is one of them:

As you know from a past post I did, Mother's Day this year was going to be a hard one. It would be my first year without Simon, and I wasn't sure how I was going to handle seeing all the Happy Mother's Day wishes.

I surprised myself. It wasn't as hard as I was fearing, not that it was easy either. I spent the day watching TV and working on my laptop. I'm in the middle of getting over a bad allergy attack, so my energy level is still low. The day went by just like any other day.

And then, just a little after midnight, it happened. To anyone else I'm sure they would be able to find a way to explain it, for me, it was my own personal Mother's Day sign.

When Simon was here, going to the bathroom seemed to be an issue for him. Making it outside wasn't always easy to do, and potty accidents often happened in the house. More than a few times, and thankfully so, he would often pee in the kitchen. Mostly this would be found upon someone entering the kitchen and stepping in it.

Since Simon has been gone, the house and kitchen has remained dry and potty free. So last night when walking into the kitchen, I step in a big puddle of something wet on the floor, it was a little weird. It seems one of the water jugs we had bought this winter for in case we lost power or water, had sprung a leak.

The timing of this happening is what I take away as my sign. All day long this jug could have leaked water, and anyone could have found it. It wasn't until the day was almost over, and I was going for my bedtime snack, that I would find it and of course step in it. Not a small leak just started, but a big puddle.

A Simon sized puddle. It also goes to stand that this leaking water jug would be in a spot Simon almost always would potty.

It may not have been waking up to doggy poop in my bed, but I think I still got my Mothers day gift.


Sunday, February 1, 2015

The Dog Who Saved Me

I didn't get much sleep last night, I had dreams of this blog post all night. And yet now that I'm sitting here, ready to type it up, I can't.

I'm going to try my best though, I think somewhere inside me, these blogs, and letters to Simon help.

So here goes nothin.

Before I ever met Simon, I needed him. I was 18, getting ready to graduate high school, and had just lost my grandmother. She was the woman who helped raise and shape me, taught me most of the lessons and things I would need for life. She was my everything, and she was gone.

 Now what? Who's gonna catch me when I fall, or give me advice, even if it's not what I want to hear?

Adding to my already young, and grief stricken soul, my pet that I had had since a puppy. Since I was a kid, wasn't long for this world either. Eight years young and her heart was failing.

I didn't get it, why me? Why now? I made the claim to anyone who would hear me, I'm NEVER getting another dog. I don't want one. It hurts too much.

About a year later, a friend of mine I work with, and who does rescue work wanted me to help her with something. She had a few new fosters and wanted me to take their mug shots for their adoption pages. I said ok, what could it hurt?

That's where I first met Simon. He was nine, underweight, underfed, and underloved. He had came all the way from Georgia. His family had got a new puppy and he was no longer needed. He was handed to me over her backyard fence, and immediately places his paw down my shirt.

I can't explain it, it was like you see in the movies, love at first sight. Our eyes locked and we knew, we were meant for each other. I was there for a few hours taking pictures and meeting the new crew. The whole time Simon never left my side, and to be fair, none of the other fosters wanted anything to do with me.

That night I told my mom I wanted him. We went through the adoption process and he came home to me. And for the last seven, almost eight years, that was where he stayed. By my side, paw in my shirt. He soon claimed my bed, my room and my heart.

I don't mean this lightly, he saved me. We saved each other. We were lost and suffering, and because of events falling into place, we found what would save us, and make us whole again.

I knew he wouldn't be around forever, I feared that everyday. But I loved him, and made him safe,and happy , and loved for as long as he was here. But still that day came out of nowhere, I wasn't ready.
This wasn't the plan, NOT AT ALL! I wanted him to go on his own, safe and asleep beside me. I knew it would hurt, but it was still how I saw it. I didn't want him hurting and suffering again, and me having to make that awful choice.

And now, I'm lost again. For the little dog who saved me, thank you. But who saves me now?
You have left such a huge whole in my world. I know you are up there, watching me, and I'm trying to be strong for you. But I just miss you so much.

Well this wasn't the blog I wanted to write when I started, but maybe it's the one I needed to write.


Sunday, January 25, 2015

Dear Simon

I wrote what I'm about to share about 2 years ago, when Simon was still very much still here. In fact if memory serves, I think he was snoring on my chest at the time, and making it hard to write. It was written in a moment of sadness in thinking of the future, of the moment I'm in right now. Sadly I  didn't date it, it doesn't matter, the feeling is the same. So here goes...
Dear Simon,

I want you to live out your days knowing, and feeling that you are loved. For you to be happy in the time you got to spend with me. That your life was full, and everything you wanted it to be. And that nothing has been left behind.

Know that when its your time to go, even though I will be sad, that I will be able to let you go.Your heart will always be stay close to mine. For you will never truly leave me. And know you will be taking my heart with you for safe keeping, only to be given back on the day we meet again.

I don't want to let you go, but I will. I hate to say good-bye, but I have too. Know I loved you, and love you still. You ARE my world. You have filled my life with love and joy. And every day I had with you was blessed.

I thank you for being mine. I thank you for letting me love you, and keep you safe. Thank you for everything.


Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Now What?

I'm posting this in the same format and wording as I posted on a site called the Tanner Brigade, it's a dog site I am a part of.

I shared this on my blog site for Simon, but I wanted to share this here too. I apologize for any spelling and other errors. I wasn't seeing the best as I typed this up. lol

So I have been sitting at this blank blog page for about an hour now, not sure what I want to say, or how to say it. It seems fitting though, I feel pretty blank inside right now. Most everyone on here and Facebook is upset about losing their homes and memories at Doggyspace. Believe me, it's crushing to me as well.

The friends I had made there were always so nice, and supportive of me and Simon. And so far I think I have re- found most of those DS friends. I hope to stay in contact with you guys, and to make new friendships with those I didn't get to meet on DS.

I'm going to need you guys, and all the support I can get right now. I'll be honest with you, I'm a bit of a mess right now.

As some of you have seen from whatever post I have done, be it on DS, FB, here, or my own blog site. I lost my heart, and baby Simon not that long ago. He was sixteen and almost five months. It was a good life, a long life. And I'm proud of the fact I can say it was me who helped him live as long as he did. He was nine when I got him, and headed for his death sentence then.

You see the family that had him before me, had got a new puppy, and the two didn't get along. So who had to go, but Simon. Thankfully a site called DRNA got word and he was sent to foster. There's a longer story on this, and I can share it all later. Point of the story he went into foster, and then came to me. He wasn't even in foster very long.

It was love at first site for both of us. And for all the ways in which I saved him, he in return saved me. We connected hard and fast. I was his and he was mine. He slept in the big bed with me, went most every place I did. And when he couldn't go, was left in good hands with his grandpawent ( I know that's spelled wrong). For the seven years he was in my life, my life revolved around him. And now... I'm lost.

I'm beyond lost, and to be honest, I'm not really sure what I am. My worlds changed and empty. I'm not really sure who I am anymore. I was always Simon's mommy. I will always be Simon's mommy, I know, but the wording and feel has changed.

I posted to the Doggyspace group on Facebook I belonged to Simon, and had an emotional breakdown of sorts after hitting send. I belonged to someone, that I don't belong to anymore. It's a feeling I haven't yet dealt with. I know in time it gets better, and being that it's still so fresh, it will hurt for a while. But what do you do when you lose your whole world and best friend?

Well so much for keeping this post short, I know you guys will understand. And thank you.

Simon's Mommy, Emily

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

A Sad Update

I'm not really sure how to write this blog post, it's not one i ever wanted to have to write, but knew I would have too...one day.

Well one day finally came.

My baby, the keeper of my heart, took his walk across rainbow bridge a few weeks ago. Around the middle of December he had somehow injured his back, I know anyone who has dogs or knows anything about them, knows back issues almost always mean bad news. And it only gets worse the older they are. My Simon was 16 and four months old. An age I am so comforted to know he got to fully enjoy.

We rushed him into the vets and had him looked over, knowing there wasn't much that could really be done, we were given meds and sent home. He was fully loved and taken care of, getting his meds right on time every twelve hours, and hardly ever leaving the comfort of someones arms, only truly put down to potty or get a drink. After eight days of meds, bed rest, and love, there was no change. We took him back into the vets, and our fears were confirmed, the meds hadn't done much, and it was time.

On December 26th, 2014, Simon went to the rainbow bridge.

He was loved every second he was in my life, some may even say spoiled. He will continue to be loved, and always hold a very,very special place in my heart.

Simon was truly one of a kind, and will be greatly missed.

I'm going to keep this blog open, it's still his place. I'm going to use it now to share my memories as I remember them, videos and pictures. The blog site is for him and him alone.

Thank you Simon for all the you were and all the you gave to me.

I love you, mommy