Alex Simpson

Alex was my best friend and we loved one another deeply. He rode with me to work each day. He'd start off in the back seat and learned that he could sneak into the front seat when I was on the highway ramp as I was unable to take my hands off the wheel. He'd ride there, curled up in a ball, sometimes with his head stretched across onto my thigh. Sometimes we'd stop for breakfast. Sometimes we'd go straight through. But whatever we did, it was always together. We took long walks each day and adventures in the woods. We snuggled on the couch and played in the yard. We went to visit family together. Truly, he was almost always with me. I stayed up all night with him when he got sick from eating a dozen cupcakes including the wrappers! He stayed up with me when I was sick for months during my pregnancy. We took care of each other and, straight through that very last second his soul was on earth, I was with him. His last act, with his final second of energy, was to reach up and lick my cheek. I cannot wait to see my buddy again. He was more than a friend, more than a family member. We remain connected always and I'm so excited to begin this new adventure with him.