Friends,
We lost our beautiful boy, Milo G. Hound Saturday morning. Thursday he became suddenly quite ill, with what was possibly pancreatitis. He was admitted to the hospital on Friday and seemed to be rallying, but early Saturday morning he had a stroke. He was clearly not going to recover and we did not want to prolong his suffering, so we made the heartbreaking decision to let him go. We were both holding him when he passed so he was surrounded by love and wrapped in his favourite blanket when he left the world. Milo was a great dog and he LOVED his life: Mariann's BBQed hamburgers, hiking and swimming at Calabogie, having his ears rubbed, riding in the car with his face in the breeze, his morning walks through the neighbourhood and most recently, Saturday Morning Adventure Club with his friend Ace Greyhound. Everybody who met Milo loved him. Even little dogs who didn't usually like big dogs liked Milo and he had more than a few girlfriends and admirers around town. People often asked us if he was a rescue and we always said that he preferred "retired racer" but the truth is, we always kind of thought that he'd rescued us. Apparently, he wasn't much of a racer while he was at the track, but once he came to live with us, we saw how much he loved to run - he was fast and graceful and so full of joy when he ran. It was a beautiful thing to see. He was also a valued member of the Paws Up Pet Care Team, welcoming dogs to his house and happily sharing his beds, toys and treats with them and making them feel at home while their families were away. Milo loved, and was loved, a lot. He was nine years old and we got to share nearly seven fantastic years with our boy and we will miss him more than we can say. Patti and Mariann "Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring - it was peace." Milan Kundera.