Milo, Crazy Cocker, Milo Hamilton, Bye-Bye Dawg . . .
He answered to them all – it was my voice. He was a rescued dog, really – family had had him but they had no clue as to how to discipline and train a happy dog. To them he was a hellion on four legs. I was asked – do you want him? Or he is going to the pound.
I knew Milo from our visits. I have a “doggie voice” I use that all dogs warm to – especially Milo. He was 6 when we got them, he passed today 9 days short of his 13th birthday. Walked over, lay near our feet, went to sleep, and simply, quietly, left us.
I am not doing a requiem for a dog here – just putting up a post for myself about my good buddy for 7 years and 7 months He was, as I called him at times – a really good piece of dog meat.
I shall miss him much.