In the Spring of 1998 this spunky little orange guy entered our lives. Ole and I had recently moved to Virginia from Chicago and we were trying to get pregnant, with not much success. On a whim, we decided to adopt a kitten to bring some joy into our lives. Little did we know that he would wrap us around his paw and he would become a very special member of our family. Milo had tons of personality and we always joked around saying that he never got the memo that he was a cat. He loved being with us and took on many human traits. He was our first child in many ways. Our kids have grown up with him and he has been such a gift. Even when he was being a pest we still loved him unconditionally.
The past few weeks have been especially hard as we knew his time on earth was shortening with each day. The twinkle in his eye was fading quickly and he was failing in other ways as well. Last week Abby was petting him and she looked deep into his eyes and then looked up to me and said "Mommy, Milo is dying" it broke my heart but, I knew she was right. Yesterday I had to do one of the most difficult things in the world as I prepared my kids for the fact that I had to take Milo to the vet and he would not be coming home. We all held him and cried and cried and then they said their goodbyes.
It was an awful day!
I hardly slept at all last night and this morning I woke up and instinctively went to the door to let Milo in for breakfast and this morning he wasn't there. Abby wanted to sleep with me last night and she also had a very restless night and woke up this morning in tears. It's going to be a rough few days around here while we adjust to our loss, so please keep in your thoughts and prayers. In our hearts we know that Milo is in a much better place and is no longer in pain but we miss him and wish more than anything that he was alive and well and still with us.
We will always love you!