Submitted by megan on Fri, 05/30/2008 - 15:09
Last night Milo had a big party. I called around 10:15 their time, and the whole evening had been filled with friends and kong throwing and petting and hugs and beer. Most of those things for wee Milo, but not all, of course.
When the vet opened Milo up this morning, there was too much cancer.
It feels weird to say I miss him, because I hadn't seen him in nearly 6 months, and wasn't going to again for at least another 3. But I do, very much.
He was my favourite dog. The best little dog ever.
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5 comments postedA friend of mine recently had to say goodbye to a dog from a past life of hers... Her post still brings a tear to my eye.
http://mostlymusings.blogspot.com/2008/04/saying-goodbye_20.html
Thank you for sharing, Milo looks like a nice dog, he has expressive eyes...
Goodbye, sweet Milo.
I'm so sorry to hear that. It's terrible when those types of things happen, but it's always good to at least have the memories.
Got a heavy pang of missing Milo today when I imagined a visit without the LD being there. He was and is my favourite little dog too. I loved his neurotic aversion to hardwood floors, how he'd bound around when excited, squeaking his kong, being underfoot, hovering around the diner table...I loved how much Milo liked being a dog.
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Oh, that is the perfect way to say it, Dana. He was just so full of doggy love, with a healthy dose of quirky neurotic mixed in.
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