You see Milo AB Off the Radar (aka Mr. Velvet Ears, Dohcephus,
Dohregard, (I guess you'd say, what can make me feel this way) My-Doh (My-Doh,
My-Doh, talkin' bout My-Doh oooooh) became sick Wednesday. Vet visits, iv's,
pain meds, x-rays, staying up with him night after night…. nothing worked. By
today at noon he was dead of renal failure.
I know many people will think this is silly, but you all know how we feel... to us our
dogs are our other children…. our family. We had him eight days shy of 10 years
and 9 months. We got him when he was 8 weeks old and weighed a whopping 800
grams. Right now all I want to do is sit and cry, just like I have since he
died in my arms at 12:25 pm.
Mark and Reed built him a coffin this afternoon. We've all
been digging up his grave spot at the back of the property where he loved to go
(and we hated him to go bc he was hardheaded and wouldn't come back when we'd
yell because there was always one more squirrel to chase or chipmunk to run to
ground). He was the smartest dog I've known… and stubbornness and diva-like in
his demeanor… but he was my baby.
Today was awful. Today my heart broke off a big portion and it is buried in the ground where I will never get it back. Today the Rainbow Bridge has another playmate. Run Fast and Free, My Love.
