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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