Some of you have no doubt felt the loss of an animal as deeply as the loss of a human friend or family member. That's how it was with my Milo.
He was the one constant ray of sunshine in my life. He was always happy to see me... even when he was being woken out of a lovely nap... or hoisted into my arms for a hug... or simply gazed at from across the room. The purr was immediate.
Plus, he was charmingly comical and all boy. He loved to be upside down, usually in a heavily-trafficked section of the floor. He had no problem with dirt. He would often come in from the outdoors covered in burrs... or having walked though the muddy garden... or with a gray neck from sticking his head down vole holes... or as a small dust bomb because he'd been rolling around on the patio.
What I wouldn't give to pick burrs off him again or sponge four muddy little paws.