My gentle cat Milo,
Milo was a quiet, warm, and gentle soul. He was never insistent for attention though he made sure you knew he was appreciative for the smallest gestures of affection. His gentle pur was always the quietest of thank yous.
He was unobtrusive. He wanted attention as much as either of the other cats though he never demanded it. You wouldn’t even know he was there until you turned and saw him sitting at your feet looking up. A simple stroke behind the ears and he would quietly shadow you throughout your day around the house, perhaps in hopes to gather a little more affection.
Milo did not have the outlandish character of our other two cats, but he was stalwart, consistent, and ever the warm, loving companion. His gratitude, so evident from even the tiniest of acknowledgment, made him burn like a glowing candle. He will be missed, not so much for his personality, but rather his reticence, and his humble presence which is gone now with the silencing of his nearly inaudible pur.
May God and Delta keep you company until we meet once more my plucky little companion.
| Milo Buttons |
| 23, June 2005 |
| Beau and Melody Sizemore |