When we let our pets run loose, we know we run the risk of them being injured. With his penchant for running in front of moving cars, I knew it would be his eventual demise. I had hoped he'd smarten up before it happened, but his lives just ran out. I think he may have even had more than nine.
He cost me a lot of time and money these last four years. He would get into the kind of trouble only a boy would find. He slept in the awning in my garden, tearing up the plants on the trellis on the way up (I had to screen it in); he learned how to open the door between rooms and we spent a lot of money to get the lock keyed to keep him in; he would jump from my neighbor's roof to their trampoline. His last big trouble was when the door accidentally didn't get locked and he opened it and ran rampant through the house while letting the dog get into the garbage.
He had fur as soft and fluffy as cashmere that would get matted in the summer. I had him shaved down last summer and he was so humiliated he would run every time I tried to take a picture.
I loved to watch him sleep, because no one could sleep as completely as Milo. And as all little, crazy boys do, he looked so sweet and innocent while sleeping.
I will miss his presence and watching his majestic tail as he trotted righteously into the house after yelling at me for letting it rain. He was a purr monster who would start purring at the thought of being petted. He loved to cuddle and was patient with overzealous loving.
He was a blessing and a curse to our family, but he always kept us laughing. Here are some photos of the craziness that kept us on our toes: