The Story of Milo

Along with my messages and my own thoughts, I am feeling it is time to tell Milo’s story and how he has changed me forever. I will be posting his journey, more specifically his journey with cancer so that I may share my love for him, his love for me and my love for you allowing me to pass along the information I have learned when you hear those awful and dreaded words…’Your dog has cancer.’ It is my hopes that I will be able to help those dog parents who just don’t know what to do.

This is Milo’s story.

Milo and Boris were always thick as thieves.  Especially as younger pups.  They would always play and frolic together as well as snuggle together when resting.  They have always gone together like peas and carrots, peanut butter and jelly…salt and pepper. I can honestly say I cannot fathom my life without both of them physically in it.  And I know that will be a reality in my not too distant future.

Coming to this truth has not been easy for me.  In fact, a part of me still wishes the three of us will all die together in this life (at the same time).  Not one before the other, before the other.

I know we as humans have such a difficult time with the death of a loved one.  I know Milo will be with me forever, even in Spirit, but at times, it is hard to accept.

It still doesn’t make it any easier as I’m strolling down memory lane. Milo and Boris would get into everything together.  Milo would be the brains of the operation while Boris would be the distractor.

So when I would come home and there would be ‘stuff’ strewn all over my floor from Milo counter surfing, Boris would OVERLY greet me with JOYOUS cries of relief that I was home.  That would be until I found the mess…but Boris would carry on even louder at that point all the while ‘protecting’ his brother.

As younger dogs they would wrestle like crazy mad!  At first it would scare the daylights out of me as it sounded like there was a serious fight going on…but there wasn’t.  Just two dogs playing like dogs.

They played this way for a very long time.  It wasn’t until a little less than two years ago we noticed a difference in the play.  Milo just did not want to any longer. Boris would playfully attack him and Milo just sits.  I personally feel it is just Milo can’t handle Boris jumping on him any more.  It breaks my heart because I will always remember them as two young, vivacious creatures full of life and energy.  And now we’ve practically come full circle.  My heart is full of love because I am the blessed one having them in my life.

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The Story of Milo

Along with my messages and my own thoughts, I am feeling it is time to tell Milo’s story and how he has changed me forever.  I will be posting his journey, more specifically his journey with cancer so that I may share my love for him, his love for me and my love for you allowing me to pass along the information I have learned when you hear those awful and dreaded words…’Your dog has cancer.’  It is my hopes that I will be able to help those dog parents who just don’t know what to do.

This is Milo’s story.

Three months into our newly adopted status, I was beginning to think we had made a grave error in adopting Milo.  I’ve never had the experience of being the guardian for a true hound dog and was in unchartered territory.  This dog was a nut job.  Truly.

Then I had the lightbulb moment.

He was adopted by someone before we adopted him and then returned.  When I called to find out the reason(s) Milo was returned, I was told it was for behavior issues.  Okay, this made sense to me.  Clearly, the person who adopted him was in the same boat I was finding myself in.  But I was different.  I was going to take the time it was needed to help Milo with his behavior and allow Milo to truly shine as the amazing creature he is.  He just needed a chance and I was not going to give up on him as someone else did.

So we took classes with professionals and practiced…a lot!  I trained him on my own as well, teaching him amazing tricks because this one…oh my, THIS one was smart.  Incredibly smart.

His hound-ness embodied his essence and his nose to ground tracking abilities were astonishing to be witness to. For when he got on a scent, he was in heaven doing exactly what he his breed was born to do.  Track and hunt.

There were moments we would look at Milo as he was lounging and note that he belonged on the cover of Fox and Hound Magazine.  He is such a magnificent creature to watch.  His musculature, his stature, his charisma, his humor, his personality, his knowing, his loving will never in a million years be matched by another.

Milo is truly an angel sent to me by God.  It wasn’t until recent events transpired that I really, REALLY understood what this all meant.  With one look of his eyes into mine, I see the depth of a soul so wise and so knowing.  With one look of his eyes into mine, I hear the questions he is asking of me.  With one look of his eyes into mine, I feel his unconditional, pure love for me…just as I have for him.

With one look of his eyes into mine, I am home.

The Story of Milo

Along with my messages and my own thoughts, I am feeling it is time to tell Milo’s story and how he has changed me forever.  I will be posting his journey, more specifically his journey with cancer so that I may share my love for him, his love for me and my love for you allowing me to pass along the information I have learned when you hear those awful and dreaded words…’Your dog has cancer.’  It is my hopes that I will be able to help those dog parents who just don’t know what to do.

This is Milo’s story.

When animals enter your life and join you as a companion for however many years we are lucky enough to have them on this Earth, one more than likely believes you’re saving the animal.  True, yes you are in many ways, especially if you are adopting/rescuing.  My experience with my dogs has led me to believe likewise, for they have truly rescued me in more ways than one.  Each and every one of them.

When my Bosco passed away in 2008, I thought I, myself, might also die from the heartache and grief  I was experiencing.  The house was just so quiet.  The energy was different, so very different.  It was just three months later we decided to start seeking out shelters and rescues to see what we could find.  Little did we know stepping foot onto the property of LaMancha Animal Rescue on a summer day in 2008 would change our lives forever.

A former horse farm, this rescue was so beautiful with stables and barns and pastures abound.  We were quickly led to the puppy area where I met Boris for the first time and knew we were meant to be.  But then we decided to go to the older dog area where dogs one year and older were waiting to find their forever home.

We came upon a stall that was empty but the name card read ‘Socks’ (Milo).  And the breed mix was a hound/great dane mix.  Then he came prancing in.  With a red coat and white underbelly, this very thin dog just did not seem to be enjoying his stay.  We were definitely interested in spending some time with ‘Socks’ and learned in order for us to adopt both dogs, we had to walk them together in the fenced enclosure to make sure they got along.   And they sure did.

With the paperwork filled out and no, and I mean NO dog or puppy supplies, we loaded them into our car for a new life of adventures and memories.

And that is how we all met.

Milo came to be Milo and not Socks all because we wanted to name him Baxter.  We had a Bosco who passed, a cat name Bug, the puppy was named Boris and therefore we wanted to continue with the alliteration of names.  It wasn’t until I started reading Milo’s vet records that I realized he had been adopted out and returned and that the patient’s name on the records I was reading was Milo…not Socks.

We put it to a test.  Todd was slated with called him Baxter to see how he would respond and I was slated with calling him Milo.  He was not responding to Baxter yet as soon as I called out Milo, he turned his head so quickly you could have felt the breeze.

Milo it was, Milo it is, Milo it will forever be.