For nearly 14 years this dear dog kept watch.

Sitting grandly on the front steps he would look out toward the north with an air of importance.

My kids don’t know life without him.

He was born around the same time as our boy Jace.

Riley and him were best friends.

He was deathly afraid of water and car rides.

Cats would sleep on top of him.

He never (purposely) killed another creature.

He was the biggest Saint Bernard our vet had ever seen.

He thrived on table scraps.

He loved walking to my mom and dad’s and if we didn’t want him to follow us we had to be sneaky because he somehow knew when we were going there.

He would give random visitors rides whether they wanted rides or not and there has been more than one awkward moment of delivery men riding up to my door.

He lived a good, long life. (nearly 14 years)

That is 98 dog years.

Though his old bones were getting achy he would jump and leap like a puppy every time we came home.

Yesterday was his last day.

We will miss you like crazy big, old, loyal, slobbery, affectionate, stinky, darling dog.

A series of unfortunate events happened Thursday morning and Simon was injured.

Though we tried our best to nurse him through it he was suffering and had to be put down. I cried like a baby.

2011-2015