In January, I fell in love for the first time in far too many years.
His name was Milo and the moment I saw him I felt a connection. He was a ten year old English Springer Spaniel. When I had to give him back after seventeen days, I cried, and cried. Now he’s dead.
His owners called last night saying they had to gave him put to sleep. They wanted to let me know because they knew how fond I was of him. I haven’t stopped crying since.
I remember thinking, when he went home, how was I going to cope if I became so upset every time a dog went home, but it hasn’t happened. I love dogs, but he was special. I was so looking forward to having him come to stay again and now that‘s not going to happen.
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