I met Simon when he was nine weeks old. I was only two! We played. We went on Walks together. We hung out. We were best friends.
More recently Simon's people moved further away from us and I didn't see him very much.
But still I loved him.
A year ago my friend Simon started feeling unwell. His people tried doing all sorts of things to help him. He had to make many visits to Vet. But by the summer time his people knew he had a Big Bad Thing growing in his body, and it was time to say good-bye.
It has taken me a long time write about Simon because I am very sad. My person is very sad too.
Simon walked over the rainbow bridge last August. He was nine years old. Apart from Ojo, he was my best friend.
My person drew a picture of him, and gave it as a gift to his people.
We all loved Simon very much. Simon, I will see you again on the other side of the bridge. Thank you for being my friend. We miss you!