Dear friends and family,
After more than a year of watching my beloved dog Milo staying strong living with a massive tumor, Daniel and I made the decision to relieve our wonderful dog from more discomfort. Our Milo-boychen fell asleep with Dr. Hack’s assistance on Friday July 02 at 9:30 am. Daniel, Farid and I did everything to comfort Milo in his final moments.
It was in the spring of 2000 when Ken McHale rang me to let me know of a dog named Waldo, the Milo Foundation showed on a 4th Street Pet-Adoption-Day. Farid and I were looking for a play mate for our dog Pepper, but I wasn’t sure if we were ready for another dog. Hesitantly I drove down to 4th Street to take a look at the dog. He was big, black, and beautiful. His eyes were hazelnut colored and looked at me with hope. I made arrangements with the Milo foundation for a two week trial, where the dog can stay with us and after two weeks we would revisit the possibility to adopt the puppy. Farid was in Chicago, but my friend Bodo was visiting from Germany and helped me integrate our new family member. Who ever has taken a pet home on a trial bases knows that it is virtually impossible to return any creature after two weeks.
He immediately became part of the family. When Farid came home from Chicago, he fell in love with the dog at first sight. We renamed the dog Milo (pronounced the German way: meelo)
Milo was assumed to be about two years old when we got him. He had the most beautiful black shiny fur and our newfy Pepper got along with him right away. During his adjustment period getting used to Farid’s, Pepper’s and my lifestyle; he did what all young dogs do- he chewed up our favorite shoes, ate food which wasn’t meant for him, and bit through leashes. But it wasn’t surprising behavior and all those items were replaceable. What surprised me most about him was his wariness. He was afraid of sudden bangs, strong winds, kites, and in the beginning even big diesel trucks. Other than the diesel truck noise, we were never able to free him of his other suspicions, but Daniel did everything he could to ease Milo from his worries, and made him fall in love with his diesel truck.
Maybe a year after we had adopted Milo he was struck by a car right in front of my Berkeley house on Browning Street. He bolted as soon as he felt solid ground under his paws. We looked for him for days, even hired a company named ‘Sherlock Bones’ to help us find this wonderful dog. In the end, it was Milo who found us again. Late one night, he jumped the six foot fence on Browning Street and found his way to my bed announcing his return. What an amazing dog!
Shortly after his return Farid and I adopted another dog, Felix, who was mistakenly identified as Milo by one of the Animal Shelters during our search for Milo. Pepper the Newfy, Milo the Newfy-mix; and Felix the flat-coated retriever. Three big black dogs! I never again was afraid to walk my dogs in the dark. I enjoyed every bit of being with my dogs!
I even took in my neighbor’s dog Sweetness; it didn’t make any difference any more. They all got along so well.
And when they met Daniel, they not only got introduced to his lovely dog Fessi (short for Festus) but also to “doggie heaven” out in Green Valley. Felix, Pepper and Sweetness have left us already. So Milo and Fessi became Daniel’s daily work companions. He took them to work every day, helped Milo to ease up about his fears and developed a special relationship with Milo. Milo really looked up to Daniel, never left his side, and was always ready to protect him from unwanted UPS drivers, hoodlums walking by Daniel’s shop in Vallejo and unidentified people who got too close to us.
A year ago we went to UC Davis to have a large tumor removed from Milo’s left torso. The prognoses were not the best, but the operating surgeon was optimistic with the results of the surgery. Milo recovered from the surgery effortlessly, Daniel and I were amazed.
Unfortunately, the tumor grew back, more aggressively, and spread into Milo’s lungs. In March of this year we went back to UC Davis and hoped to schedule another surgery, but our wish was declined.
Daniel and I could do nothing other than to make Milo’s last days as comfortable, loving and playful as possible. He lived with his ever growing tumor without pain, at least as far as we were able to observe. He was always happy and appeared strong to his last moment.
Now, Daniel, Fessi and I have to learn how to live without our much-loved companion. Milo being gone left a big hole in our daily lives. We still are looking for him, and Fessi is trying hard to overcome his loneliness. Milo was big, black and beautiful. And his hazelnut colored eyes kept looking at Daniel until he fell asleep forever.
We miss you very much my Milo-boychen. More Photos
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