Likes: Sleeping in the sunshine, swimming, car rides, tennis balls, bug hunting (see below), chasing squirrels, sleeping on warm towels or sheets straight from the dryer, attention of all kinds!
Pet-Peeves: The deep fryer (he hates the sizzling sound), the vacuum, getting his nails cut, cell phones, beeping or technology of any kind, thunderstorms, (you can find Milo under the bed if any of these events occur)
Favorite Toy: Indrid the Bug, Son of Indrid, any chewstick, any toy he has shredded or disemboweled that has pieces of stuffing trailing out of it (the ultimate goal is to get THE SQUEAKER OUT!!)
Favorite Food: leftover cereal milk, turkey, pretzels, cheese, ice cream, bacon, pancakes, beer (he only gets to lick the empty bottle)
Favorite Walk: Around the neighborhood, to grandma & grandpa's, the reservoir, the park, anyplace with rocks or water
Best Tricks: Giving paw, sitting up, laying down, sitting, staying, hiding biscuits and toys, hunting bugs (he can spot a spider on the wall over a mile away. If a moth gets in the house, it will be hunted down and eaten immediately)
Arrival Story: Milo was purchased "on sale" from the back of a very dirty pet store that was later shut down by the state for health violations and prior cruelty to animal charges. He was not in great health when purchased- he had cuts on his nose, swollen paws and weak legs. But I couldn't resist his charm and wanted to "rescue" him. He was already 6 months old at that point and the pet store had him in the very back of the store with a giant sale sign on him.
Bio: The history of the pet store and its owners was discovered about a year after Milo was purchased. With the help of several websites, I also discovered that Milo had been bred and raised at an Amish puppy mill in Pennsylvania and the pet store owners had purchased him at an auction. That mill has also been shut down for cruelty charges. Milo is now a wonderful, loving dog (he's my special boy!). He used to have separation issues and trouble getting along with other dogs, but he has since conquered these troubles and is now as close to perfection as he can get! He spent the first 6 months of his life in a place with no green grass, no sunshine, and no toys to play with. I would have given anything to see him as a tiny puppy! Milo is smart and so easy to love. Anyone who meets him or sees him falls in love with him.
Thank you to all of Milo's pals who remembered his birthday. That was such a hard day. I wanted to come back here and write about it, and wish the little king a happy birthday in Heaven, but I didn't even feel like getting up off the couch. Some days are like that. Most days are sad. I am having a hard time without my Milo, as you can imagine. Some days I just walk around here in a fog. I just can't believe he is gone.
Anyway, I wrote an article about the destruction of Dogster and I am hoping that you'll read it and pass it on to anyone you can think of. The more readers, the better!
If you'd like to keep in touch, please message me your email/Facebook/Twitter/whatever.
I am on all of those!
In the meantime, thanks for all of your kind words and support. I struggle to find some normalcy, but it's like learning to live life over again. My mind can't accept that Milo is gone, probably because I know he is still out there, just beyond the realm. My sweet boy.
"You are my angel, my darling, my star...
and my love will find you, wherever you are."
Hello Milo. It's me, Mummy. Since you always wrote to all of us here on Dogster, I thought I would write to you, too. Do you know how much I miss you? More than words can say. You've only been gone one day and there is such an empty pain in my heart. I miss the feel of your soft ears and the smell of your fur. I miss giving you kisses and petting you as you sit beside me. But most of all I just miss you here, just here, always a step behind me, like a shadow, always "right on top of us" as my mom used to say. Today was the first day in almost 15 years that I did not have to get up to let you outside for your morning pee. And I hated it. I wanted to open up the door anyway, just because. I wanted to fill up your food dish tonight, just because. I can't imagine the pain of losing you ever going away. Your blankets still smell like you. My clothes still have your fur all over them (doesn't everything?). Such emptiness without you.
I hope you know how happy you made me, and how happy you made your best buddy, the Little Prince. He sure does miss his "Coot." I think you made a lot of people happy. I always used to say, "All Good Things Come from Milo." It was always so very true! You brought light and love to everyone. What a gift you were. My life will never be the same without you. But I don't want my sadness to hold you here. I want you to run to that Rainbow Bridge and be free. When the time is right, I'll find you again. Until then, run, my sweet boy, run and run and run!! Mummy loves you.
I forgot to come back and see you all on my birthday. It was in Febooary- Febu- Febroo- how DO you spell that anyways? Whatever, you know when it was. I yushually come back to say hi on my birthday but this year I forgot. I'm sorry, friends. I turned 14! Can you beeleef it? I have been spending my days (every day, akchualee) with Mummy and the Little Prince (and Deddy, when he gets home from work). I like to play with the Little Prince. He calls me "Coot." The other day we were playing in a cardboard box and it was a submarine or something and I was a seamonster or whatever and the "Coot fish." What more can a dog ask for?
I see how big the Little Prince is growing. I see how smart and funny he is. I see that it is time for me to step aside and let him take care of this kingdom now. And I know he will do a good job at taking care of Mummy, too. These days I'm not feeling so good. I have problums breathing. I have a bad cough that makes me sound like a seal. I can't take walks anymore or go swimming. Sometimes I peepee in the house and I don't know why. Sometimes I go outside to peepee and I forget what I went out there for. Sometimes I close my eyes and I dream about the Rainbow Bridge. I know I will be able to run there, and swim, and see my old doggie friends, and my cousin, J.B.
Mummy cries over me. I mean, literally, she'll lie next to me and her tears will slide down her cheeks and drip on my fur. And this is okay, I know it is hard for her to see me like this. But I am tired. I don't know how much longer I will be here with you all, so I thot I would come back and write this entry and say hello, and that I miss you, my friends. And if any of you feel like carving a marble statue of me on their front lawns, feel free. Or perhaps you'd prefer a solid gold replica of my head on your mantle? Whatever, just throwing the idea out there. Sleep well, my friends, my Dogster, my home.