peace out

'Milo' 199?-2008

You were a mercy take in the beginning, the shelter couldn't hang on to you much longer. Not a real "looker". Old, gray muzzle, body covered in every possible lump and bump, walking like your dog suit was too tight, breathe that smelled like a garbage dump. A living 'Eyeore'. You were clutzy, and socially inept at the dog park {nibbling other dogs' ears is no way to make friends} but never asked for much. Just a home. A new home and maybe a little love from a new family.

You got that family. A family that fell in DEEP, l. o. v. e. with your loveable, kind, patient self. A family of crazy girls who applied make-up  as you, calmly, sat in a tutu. Who hugged on you, tugged on you and lavished you with kisses daily, hourly and even up to that final moment.

As dogs go, as friends go, as little spirits go, you are one of the best. Thank you for finding us all those many years ago. You changed our lives forever. And you will always be a part of  the story of this family.

peace out, old man. You are deeply loved and will never be forgotten.