We are grateful for Milo sharing these last 8.5 years with us.  He was my walking buddy.  Every morning after his breakfast he would lay in front of the door out to the garage until I would take him for his morning walk.  He loved his rope and would bring it to you to play tug.  He would grab his blanket and come stare at you to let you know it was bed time.  He loved to ride in the car (except when he figured out he was going to the vet) and made many trips to OK with us to visit our granddaughters.  The day before he passed at home he ate everything in sight and never played so hard.  I think he was telling us this is how I want you to remember me.


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