He had a unique way about him, and people were drawn to him despite his standoffish ways.
He was fourteen and skinny as a rail. He was slow moving but still wired for sound and still funny, still loving, still naughty and relentless. He was still very handsome.
I met Milo when he was two and a half. He landed on my doorstep shaking and drooling, not a pretty picture. I could tell he was terrified but he still seemed to somehow say “nice to meet you”. He had a noble brow and a distinct way of carrying himself.
We walked to a park that day and once he relaxed , he positively pranced. We sat in the grass and sized one another up. He looked at me with those big brown eyes and seemed to smile. He could tell that I thought he was quite the looker. We came into a silent agreement at that moment. He would be my dog.
In those days, it was a busy house, complete with a station wagon, a teenager and two other dogs. Tiny urban fenced- in garden but beautiful parks and an active “dog crowd” nearby. He spent evenings at the hill romping and cavorting with his dog friends or walking on the Kelly Drive. Afternoons in the garden or tearing through the house looking for trouble. He loved it when people sang to him. He enjoyed the flute. God, a happy dog. He was shy though, and would hide behind me or a convenient piece of furniture when most folks came to call.
Life is a ride and he happily came along for it. Teenagers grow up and gardens change. The parks that he played in changed. Friends came and went. The teenager went to college and made a life for herself. Milo stayed, my friend and my companion. Through the years, through the joys and the heartbreaks this dog met me at the door with unbridled affection. Such a gentleman.
He was the rescue dog formerly known as “Reggie”. He was a cherished and beloved part of our family for almost twelve years. I can’t begin to express my gratitude to Brandywine Rescue and , in particular, to Jean de Streel, Melanie Kozoil and the late Lenore Urban for their dedication and care for this magnificent dog and for their
part in bringing us together.
Milo died on February 27th,2006. He leaves to mourn his passing his devoted mom Sharon, his beloved dad Steven, his human sister Jesse, Nori his companion and fellow Gordon Rescue, Bean and Bad Lucy, Auntie Marie and Loki, Aunties Sarah, Danielle, Leah, Marcia, Sandy and Stormy (another Gordon rescue), Grandma Harriet and Grandpa Sid, Auntie Madge and J.M.and B., a reluctant Aunt Annie, Katie and Beth, PopPop (don’t call me that dogs PopPop) Chuck, Annie, Natalie, John, Andrew and Robbie, Sharon and Bob, Mike and Sue, Franny and Danny, and finally, Daisy, Sheba, Samantha, Jet and Woofie (the dog cousins).
We'll leave the toilet seat up for you, Pal.
| Milo |
| 27, Feb 2006 |
| Sharon and Steven Rubin |