With the Catalpa’s in full bloom, Milo left us on a Friday in June.
A blustery blue day.
His transition took on a moment of calm peace.
The spirit fled the body and took up the space between the space.
His energy now in a realm I don’t understand.
Celebrated memories of his wonderful life flood into my consciousness.
Born the runt of the litter on Good Friday in 2001.
Four weeks later, I pick him up at the pound being trampled by another puppy twice his size.
He was the last of his siblings to be saved.
Milo, short for ‘My’ – ‘Love’.
The little tyke had kennel cough and his pathetic hacks made him all the more endearing.
He fit safely in the palm of my hand.
A supreme cuddlier, he knew right where to settle in.
Milo grew and grew.
His ancestry a mystery, it said only that he was a lab mix at the pound.
The consensus fell on Chocolate Lab and Great Dane after years of study.
His first command after ‘come here’, ‘sit’ and ‘lay down’ being an important ‘go lay down’.
With my friend and I remodeling the kitchen Milo was determined to help us hammer.
Over and over again you could here us saying “Milo, go lay down”.
“Stay” being the next command he would learn.
At full size, a lean 80lbs, never discouraged him from crawling in your lap.
His favorite place to be in our house was on our bed.
He didn’t chew many of my things but when he did, he chose exactly what would get me the most upset.
One day before his first birthday I taught him 3 tricks in the span on an hour.
All it took were some biscuits.
‘Shake’, ‘Play Dead’, and ‘Roll Over’. It amazed my how smart he was.
He could have kept learning but I ran out of tricks to teach.
He performed remarkable feats that only a dog can pull off.
He ate an entire 10 x 10 glass plate of lasagna off the counter top without moving it?!
He ate an entire Rotisserie Chicken bones and all, with no ill effects.
He devoured an entire box of rich chocolate truffles with no ailment.
He would go camping all weekend and not sleep the entire time.
He loved socks.
Nearly tipping the scale at 200lbs (now I’m 155) Milo and I begin running.
We run several times a week on the trails behind Camel’s Back.
We both fall in love with the place.
Milo is a joy to see in action.
Fluid and grace with absolute command of his movement.
A far superior athlete he moves with the speed and power of a black panther.
A cat-like dog.
He ran top speed (sometimes going close to 30pmh) over the entire 4th of July trail while Hortense and I biked.
It brings a smile to my face to see visions of him running, bounding, and leaping.
Milo instilled a passion for movement and the great outdoors into my core.
For this and so much more I am leading a richer, fuller life.
His spirit had a passion for family, with his perfect balance being movement + family + outdoors = happiness.
We struck a chord with this balance.
Milo loved company.
A friend of ours was a friend of Milo’s.
For the first few years he would get so excited that he would pee every time we had a visitor.
Over time only a few select individuals from his youth had the honor of getting Milo to burst his bladder.
He wasn’t too sure about our new family member Lola when she first came home.
“Don’t leave me alone with her”, he seemed to be saying. Not wanting to get in trouble if she were to cry for no reason.
It didn’t take too long for Milo to warm up to Lola.
LoLo I called the two of them.
Before long the two shadowed each other all day long.
Milo has spent more time with Lola than any of us to this point. The two being together almost all day everyday.
They had a loving bond that fills any parents heart with joy.
Milo’s decline happened almost over night.
It shocked us.
Lola noticed and it broke our heart to see her affection.
The house feels empty without his presence, a constant shadow at our side.
Ready to give and receive love.
We’re fortunate to have known such a spirit.
We’ve been changed for the better and our world is a better place.
Milo lore will forever be an Everett staple.