R.I.P.
Milo, you are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. My family was so incredibly lucky to receive a call about eleven years ago from a family friend that you had been left in the mountains by a terrible human being, alone and scared; that you needed a loving home. I remember picking you up from their house, and remember how cute and skinny you were. You came home and terrorized the place. Chewing through the really expensive futon cushion. Mom was pissed, but you instantly became a part of the family and you were there for me when no one ever was. Thanks for loving me, my parents, kids in the neighborhood, and anyone else that has come in contact with you immensely and unconditionally. Everyone misses you like crazy. I hate coming home to a much quieter house, with an obvious void left. I will cherish every single memory of you, and I know there is at least a heaven or something like it for dogs, so I hope you are doing well wherever you are. I miss coming home from a bad day, always knowing that you would be there to help. I could hug you for 5 seconds, and instantly know that you cared; problems alleviated. I miss feeding you right after getting home from work. Hearing the two scoops of food hit the metal bowl. You would always wait for me to pour the second scoop before devouring it all. You were the most patient, behaved dog I've ever known and I consider it an absolute honor to have called you my dog. I was always so proud of you. I wanted to show you off to friends all of the time, especially during your old age. All I wanted was for everyone to experience the love you offered. You were so great with kids in the neighborhood. They are asking about you. I love you buddy.
