Simon came into our lives in the summer of 2003. I adopted him from a pet caretaker in Calvert County when he was four months old. During my visit, I initially picked up and held the wrong cat--Simon's younger brother. Then I picked up the cat who would become my long-time companion, my good friend, Mr. Simon. At first I was hesitant, because I didn't want to separate Simon from his brother, but the caretaker said Simon's brother would need constant professional care and would never be up for adoption (he ended up being adopted by the caretaker herself). When I brought Simon, a proud athletic long-haired gray cat, to his new home in Chesapeake Beach, my wife and I were tasked with introducing Simon to his new feline roommate, a big ball of orange and white love named Sugarfoot. We tried the usual techniques for slowly getting them used to each other's scents, but eventually there had to be "that" meeting. So one day we opened the door for their face-to-face. Simon bolted one way and Sugarfoot the other. We were off to a less than stellar start. Then a few hours later, we tried again. This time, they sniffed each other before running in opposite directions. Baby steps, right? The next day, we tried again, and that time a sniff became a longer sniff and soon a friendship was born. Over the next five and a half years, they would hunt, fish, explore, play and cause general mayhem together. Each day they would walk the same path through the backyard to get to the bushes where they did most of their exploring; over time they had created a perfect diagonal path through the grass in our backyard. In our first year together, there was a tropical depression that brought the waters of the Chesapeake literally to within a few feet of our back door. When the winds died down after three days of hunkering inside and hoping the bones of the house would house would hold up, Simon and Sugarfoot went out back and started fishing. They never actually snagged a fish to the best of my recollection, but I'm sure they scared a good number of them. They enjoyed their time together in Chesapeake Beach, in the summers laying out on the deck (made easily accessible by the cat door my dad made for them)--when they weren't off exploring somewhere, of course--and then hunkering down with us in the winters. There was no such thing as scratching their bellies enough. Their deep bond ended--physically, at least--in late October 2008 (October 29), when Sugarfoot passed away suddenly. He had a heart condition named hypertrophic cardiomyopathy but had been doing well on his medications until that night. A month later, Simon and I packed up and moved in with my wife, Donna, in Waldorf. It was the start to a new chapter in our lives. Simon had handled Sugarfoot's passing without spiraling into a depression, but I could tell he was lonely at times. In Waldorf, he would never know loneliness again. There he would come to know another cat, Billie, and two dogs, Sam and Peter. Billie, who believed the whole house belonged to her and her alone as far as pets were concerned, wanted nothing to do with Simon and insisted on hissing at him if he got too close; over time she would learn to tolerate him and in their last few years together, she stopped with the hissing fits. They would never become buds, but that was okay, because Simon found dog buds in Sam and Peter. Simon's first introduction to a dog was to Sam, a golden retriever who had a similar personality to Simon's. Things didn't get off to the best start, though. The first time Simon saw Sam, he climbed on top of the kitchen cabinets and stared with huge bulging eyes at the forty-five pounds of orange canine trotting around the house. Fast forward a month, and they were sleeping back-to-back on the same bed. That was Simon, just so agreeable. Only once did I ever see him get mad in the nineteen years I had the joy and honor of being with him, and that was only for a second when I accidentally grabbed his tail instead of his leg to keep him inside for the night; a second later he was purring and rubbing up against my leg. About that purr, it was world class. He could have calmed a storm with it. A few years later a family tragedy brought another dog, Peter, a black schipperke, to our home. Peter and Sam were good friends from the start, even in Peter had a bit of a Napoleonic complex at the beginning of their relationship (Sam was a good twenty pounds heavier than Peter in those days). As he had when he first saw Sam, Simon panicked at the sight of this new, more assertive dog in the house, but as with Sam, within a month, Peter and Simon were sleeping together on the couch and rubbing each other's heads and getting along grandly. Three of the pets in our house were buds, and the other, Billie, was happy to have and be the lord of "her own space" (which she happily shares with me now). In 2018, we had to say goodbye to Sam, who was diagnosed with cancer and had to shortly thereafter be put to sleep because he could no longer eat. After Sam's passing, Simon and Peter's bond seemed to deepen. They frequently began sleeping on the couch together and when one was petted, the other came over and demanded the same treatment. In the spare bedroom, where Sam and Simon often laid together back-to-back, Simon and Peter began lying together in the same position. The pets and people in Simon's life had changed again and again, but always he came out with new friends. He was just to easy to love (the squirrels, snakes, rabbits, chipmunks, birds, and mice in the yard might disagree with this, but I'm not going to let them read my tribute). About four months ago Simon and Billie had their annual senior wellness exam. (For the past three years Simon had also been getting an annual echo for his heart because of his hypertrophic cardiomyopathy (the same disease Sugarfoot had), which fortunately remained stable over the years.) The exam showed mild kidney disease for Simon, but at Simon's age his veterinarian wasn't surprised. No medications or dietary changes were recommended. Three and a half months after his exam, Simon was taken to the groomers. Upon his return, we were startled to see how small he was. He'd lost muscle and the bones in his ribcage, hips and spine were pronounced. I took him back to the vet, where the news wasn't good: end-stage kidney disease. He was given fluids and when he returned home he seemed for a while to be a bit better. His appetite remained good until the end, but over the course of a few weeks, he was able to eat less and less. Over the past two days, he started sleeping in strange places, and as with my childhood cat, Tiger, who lived to be twenty three and also had kidney disease, I knew this to be a bad sign. Today, I had to make the indescribably hard call to end Simon's suffering. Unable to eat, and even before that, unable to absorb nutrients, he was starving. That he was still able to walk and jump on the couch and bed were minor miracles, and I'm grateful he did have some outside time over the past week, but the decline in other ways was becoming more noticeable almost by the hour. I would have given him my kidneys if that would have kept him alive. I would have given anything for him to have had more quality time, but there was nothing anyone could do. The choice was either to let him starve or to end his suffering. As I write this now, I don't know if I made the right call. He might have passed tonight in his sleep painlessly. He might also have suffered a heart attack or stroke or some other catastrophe and been in great pain in the moments before his death. I will always wonder if I did the right thing. But I want this tribute to be about his life, not his death. Simon was a deep, caring, spiritually calm soul who only wanted to give affection to those he loved. He was also an amazingly athletic cat and he could go from sleeping on your lap motionlessly for two hours, the picture of chill, to running around each room in the house in thirty seconds flat like a Tasmanian devil, and then running outside and climbing a tree like a squirrel. I will miss his purr, how he cleaned my beard with his tongue, lap time, his sad meow when he wanted thirds for dinner, his super long cat stretches, his playful terrorizing of the dogs that once scared the living daylights out of him, his big green eyes, his sleep that saw him chasing mice in his dreams, his Jordan-esque leaps, his cuddling up with the dogs on the couch. Most of all, I will just miss him. My friend, until we see you again (and we will!), enjoy your new life running once more with Sugarfoot and swatting at Sam's nose (no claws, though!) and, please, do send us a sign from time to time. We will be looking for them. For now, you will live on in our hearts, our minds, and in our best of dreams. 1/10/2021: My friend, It's hard to believe in just two days that it will be three weeks already since you passed. Your ashes were returned home yesterday, and now you are with Sam and Sugarfoot once again--here and in your better world. Having your ashes returned was hard to bear, but I'm glad you are with me again. My father is in hospice now and I've been out of the state for a few days spending time with him. When I returned home today, I got a taste, however small, of what our reuniting will be like; I had a glimmer of joy. I miss you every day, my friend. Be well, and continue to look for me, for us, for one day we'll be there with you. In the meantime, thank you for visiting me in my dreams. I understood three of the messages you sent me in those dreams; the fourth I am still trying to comprehend, but just that I see you again in them is what matters most. I look everyday for signs outside the dream world, too, that you're okay. I will look for them always. JR 1/19/2021: It's hard to believe, my good friend, that it's been almost a month since you left us. I had so many dreams about you the first few weeks after you left, and so few since. You were a one-in-a-million gift, and for you I will be forever grateful. Please come back to my dreams. Please show me a sign you're okay. We're glad you're no longer suffering, but I miss you every day. I picture you stretched out on the couch, in the kitchen meowing for a treat, in the man cave, sleeping on my lap while I play my video games, out in the yard, chasing any creature brave enough to venture there. You were a great hunter outside, and the sweetest soul inside. You were a special cat, and I know you knew that. Until we meet again, my friend, take care in your new home and enjoy the blessings there of friendships renewed with Sam and Sugarfoot, and with all of your new friends there, as well (maybe some from this very site). I love you, bud. 1/21/2021: It's been 30 days since you left us, but I want you to know that you're never going to be gone, my friend. You will be in my memories every day, and always in my heart. Wherever you are, please know that. We're doing okay down here; well, we're hanging in there. My dad took ill shortly after you left us, just days after. His last act before he became so ill he could no longer communicate well was to tell me he understood how much I hurt that you had to leave us. He is a tough old marine but I'll forget how hard it was on him the day we lost Tiger. Tiger was with me my childhood and all the way through college. You were with me after that through my early middle age years. I like to think the two of you, along with Sam and Sugarfoot, are having only great joy while you await us. Please do wait for us, but please also enjoy your new home until we get there. Until we see each other again, frolic in those lush fields of forever, don't let Sugarfoot muscle you out of the way at the food dish, sleep back-to-back Sam when you your take naps, and get to know Tiger; he is a good guy and you two will get along great. Love, Dad ### One Year Anniversary: Today marks the one year anniversary of when we had to part ways. If it were up to me, that day would have been never. If it were up to you, that day also would have been never. Writing of 'never,' I'll perhaps never understand the point of death. It only separates those who love one another. I can no longer hold you on my lap and hear your thunderous purr. I can no longer have you just walk into my room and instantly calm me. I can no longer watch you play. I will miss these things, and many more, always. 'Always' is a much better word. I will always remember you. I will always cherish the time you gave me. I will always love you. In the past year, my friend, it has been rough. A month and a half after I lost you, I lost my dad, who had been suffering for months with Parkinson's disease. The last good conversation I had with him, when he was still in control of his faculties, was in late November, and it was about you. I'll never forget what he said to me. He knew how anguished I was and how I would have done anything and everything to give you more time with me. He said simply, "You're a good man, son." That line will always (there that word is again) stick with me. Nine days after my father passed, Billie passed. When you were sick, I had some time to spend with you before making the worst possible decision about what was best for you when with all that I am I didn't know what that decision was. With Billie, I had almost no time. When I took her to the vet, her kidneys had failed, but even that day the only sign she gave she was sick was meowing when she was trying to eat and drink. I was able to spend the night with her in the car in the parking lot of the vet's. It was truly horrific. I just couldn't let go. That winter was the worst of my life, and one I will never forget. There is that word again: never. I want to get back to 'always' again. I want to get back to the good memories, to the light you gave me whenever you were around me. I remember you and Sugarfoot walking the same route in the backyard, to the point you actually cut a path in the grass. I remember you and Sugarfoot fishing in the pond, and then when that got boring, hunting in the woods and field behind the pond. You guys loved each other dearly, and I'm so sorry Sugarfoot wasn't able to spend more time with you. I miss him every day, just as I miss you. Each night, I sit on my bed and pay tribute to all those I've lost. The pain of that never eases (again, 'never'). You gave me so many great memories, but it was the thousands and thousands of small ones that continually filled me with happiness. You, Simon, were a miracle in my life, and I will always cherish out time together. A big part of my heart will always be reserved for you. It is my greatest hope that you are happy in your new life, and that we will see each other again and all our pain will be forgotten. I love you, buddy. JR
12/21/2022 Simon, My friend, today is the two-year anniversary of the night you had to say goodbye to us. Every detail of that day is etched in my memory. Before that day, I kept just hoping and hoping you would get better, that one morning you would wake up and be able to eat again, but I knew in my mind if not my heart that that day would not come. In my mind, I hoped that you would be able to pass in your sleep. I couldn't bear to lose you, but worse was seeing you unwell. You gave so much to us, to me--I just couldn't stand to see you suffering. You were game. You could still go outside and sit in your favorite patch of bushes and stare out at the birds and the squirrels and ponder. Your heart and mind were fine. Most of you was fine. It was just your kidneys, one organ, which wasn't fine. I wish I could've given you one of my kidneys. That would've happened without a second of hesitation. When I look back on our journey, I remind myself how amazing it was, and how much life you packed into your nineteen years. For the first five and a half years, in Chesapeake Beach, you and Sugarfoot fished in the small creek down from the hill in the backyard. When that was done, you and Sugar hunted in the woods near the lake. You were so happy together. Inside, you played until you were exhausted, and then you ate like kings and then slept the glorious sleep of kings. That was the first third of your life. The latter two parts were in a new environment, and you had to make new friends. You tried your hardest with Billie, but Billie was a people lover only. You made great friends, on the other hand, with Sam, and then a few years later, Peter. It always makes me smile when I think about how you and Sam and then later Peter would sleep side by side, or sometimes even back to chest. You were always so calm, and you made even the doggie's calm. You even made me calm. When I came home from a bad day at work, you walked with me inside. That was the cutest damn thing, my friend, and I miss it so damn much. I miss, too, you laying on my lap when I play my games or type on my laptop or whatever. I could just look at you and almost feel how happy you were. Now, I think of you happy again, in another dimension, another universe maybe, with Sugarfoot, Sam, and even Billie. That dimension or universe seems so far away, but maybe it isn't, and one day I'll share that place with you, and we won't have to worry about losing each other's company ever again. Thank you, my friend, for all of the memories, all of the love, and for sharing your wonderful life with me. It meant the world to me, buddy. Until then, you have fun. You take care of things where you are, and I'll do what I can here. Peter is having some health issues but is still enjoying life. He misses you. Your mom might not say it, but she misses you, too. Lewis, when he visits, misses you still. We all do, bud. We all do. In the meantime, please keep visiting me in my dreams. It's how we'll never lose touch. Thank you for all the visits. I love you, my friend. JR ### Three Year Anniversary: Simon, although today marks your three-year anniversary, you know I think of you every day. I look at your picture on the wall every night and am reminded of a memory we shared. I miss your calmness so much in these stressful days called the holidays. Even in the most stressful moments, you had a way about you. You would just absorb the situation, and then go about your day. It was an incredible gift to behold, and I like to think that some of that has passed on to me, too. Your good friend Pete is hanging in there. He is having a tough time at night. He needs to go out several times most nights, and my bud, I'm trying to hang in there now, too, but my lack of sleep is getting to me. Pete is still taking his liver pills, and he moves around good, especially this time of year, when it's cold. He also eats well most days and sleeps well during the day, as long as it's not windy or rainy. He misses having a buddy. He and Billie liked each other, but you and he and Sam were great buds. The friendship you shared was truly special. I so wish I had a picture of curled up inside Pete as he lay on the couch. That was the cutest damn thing in the world, seeing you climb on the couch and slowly lower yourself right up against his body, so that he would cradle you. Louis also misses you. Every year when he comes to stay with us for a week, he looks around the house for you. He is getting up in years now, and Donna and I wonder how many more times we might get to spend a week with him. He has a new playmate named Bear, who is a precious little all-black puppy with enough energy production to power a small city. I wonder when Louis passes if Bear will ever have a new playmate. That is the tough thing now with Pete. We want him to have a full-time playmate, but we just can't go through the heart ache of another loss. I like to think of you with Sam, taking naps together, of you with Sugar, fishing in small creeks and ephemeral ponds and roughhousing, of you with Billie, her finally used to you and letting you be her friend, and of you with Tiger, getting to know my beloved childhood cat, who was with me on this plane for twenty three years. You are always welcome in my dreams, and I will always look for you there. I miss you, my friend. You were a bright life in my life, and that light will shine until we meet again, when it will shine even brighter. Take care of yourself until then, my bud, and be at peace. Dad
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