I met Simon when he was 45 days old. He was always a super spoiled and happy little dog, with his own character but incredibly sweet and good-natured. He was loved by everyone who knew him.
We detected his illness during a routine check-up, suddenly appearing without any symptoms at the age of five. His cardiologists always said his condition was very advanced and that his heart was much bigger than him, but such was his greatness that he almost never showed symptoms, except for one fainting episode per year, even though his outlook wasn’t the best.
One day, at the age of nine, he started showing symptoms. Everything happened in a week. He never lost his appetite and even ate empanadas the night before he passed, just like that, suddenly.
His heart was so big that he chose to leave at the vet’s unexpectedly, not at home, so we wouldn’t associate the pain of losing him with his place. He reached that place and decided to go.
I’m sorry I didn’t know that maybe we had a chance with surgery. I wasn’t given that option.
You’re unforgettable, Simon. At home, we miss you so much, you wouldn’t believe it.
I hope we meet again someday.
Your heart was so big; you loved us as much as we loved you. I will never forget you and every day of my life will always wish for us to meet again.
I will love you forever,
tu mami
