He was my constant shadow for the last 11 years, my best friend, and I miss him in a way that feels like I’ve lost some vital internal organs.

He needed a place to stay for “just a week,” my friend said. I said that dog is filthy, and he’s not coming into my house until he’s had a bath.
She said, I don’t think he’s ever had a bath- he was 3!

We plopped him in the kitchen sink filled with warm soapy water, and the meanest dog I had ever known let me wash him and trim his hair.
When done, I dried him off. He did 40+ laps of zoomies in my tiny studio apartment and then launched himself onto my bed and slept for the next 24 hours, only getting up once to go potty. That first night he found his way under the covers, his hair so clean and silky. He snuggled down into my tummy, and I knew then I’d never let him go.

When my husband and I started dating, he was smart enough to invite Simon on all of our dates. That’s when I knew I’d never let him go.

In the last 11 years, we have been on so many adventures, experienced so many snuggles, and acquired so many blankets. Simon loved blankets.

We gave Sir Simon Fluffy Pants the best life, and he gave us the purest form of love a human can experience. The love of a good dog.

But he wasn’t a good dog!
He bit so many people and peed on every carpet imaginable; He’d poach cat food and start fights with dogs four times his size. So not a good dog at all, but the best dog ever, and my heart will have a chihuahua-sized hole in it for the rest of time. 💔

Thank you for sharing in our grief and all the wonderful memories we have of him.
~Matt and Jill