Almost exactly nine years to the day that I walked into his life, he left mine. One week ago, we had to say goodbye to our beloved beagle, Simon. After going through the motions for a week of holiday time with family and friends, we're now home to properly grieve for the member of our small family who will be missed more than I can ever express.
Nine years ago, I happened upon this terrified little critter tucked into the back of his cage at the Humane Society during my last volunteer dog walking stint before Christmas. I had stopped to take a peek at the new faces in the recent arrivals area before heading out for the holidays. There he was, amidst all the barking, jumping, and wagging by the other dogs in the ward, shaking quietly in the corner of his cage, and largely being ignored by the several families who came through. Noticing that, I went back over to his cage for a second longer look at the sweet looking dog hardly worth a glance by so many others. I spent a few wonderful minutes with him that day delivering pats and receiving wags, and then spent the rest of the Christmas holiday with him so very much on my mind. After the new year, to my surprise, he was still at the Humane Society. One visit and ninety bucks later, Simon was mine.
For the next nine years Simon was the wet-nosed shadow at the back of my legs. He was the roommate that I shared my everydays with, he was the best friend that I roamed the outdoors with, he was the funny, furry face that my future fella fell madly in love with, and he was the brave, beautiful soul that I have learned so very much from about life.
Right up until nearly the end of his life, he was the happiest of happy, and for that I am so thankful. As unbelievably hard as it is to say goodbye to him now, I know that I am forever blessed to have had this sweet soul in my life. Without a doubt, it was the best ninety bucks I will ever spend.