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Well, it's official, my best friend, my dog, Milo, is being put down. He's been having trouble lately and he half fell down the stairs the other day. My dad says that's it. Friday at 4... my best friend and first love will be gone forever. I know it's for the best, and that he'll be out of pain and in "Doggy heaven" but it's hard to imagine life without him. He's never left my side and I wont leave his, even in the end. That's my duty to him. He's been my everything. It's harder now that there's a time restriction on his lfe, we give him more attention and baby him. I'm spoiling him to the max. I can't stop crying. I've been on and off. I cried for 3 hours strait yesterday when I got the news. I just want him to ba happy. He's happy when he's with me. It's hard to look into his eyes and smile now. He just wants love and happiness. I'm 19 years old, almost 20, and I can't take his death. What if I"m not ready for this? I'm almost afraid of ending up going to more counseling after this. He looks at me, Knowing I'm hurting... wanting to comfort me... but it only makes it worse. It's that look. The look that only an animal can give. I can't do it. He's everything to me. I feel awful, like I'm doing wrong. I just have to remember it's for the best. I have to celebrate his life, not morn his death. I love him more than anything. Now my everything, will be nothing. Aaron has tried to help. He hates seeing me like this. He doesn't want to see Milo in pain either. He can't afford to get me another dog, but he promises me one. I find though, he's the only one I can cry on.

Thank you Milo. Even though you may not understand me, Thank you. Thank you for the hikes, the bike rides, the jogs in the morning, and thank you for always keeping my secrets when no one else would. Thank you for keeping me warm on cold winter nights. Thank you for licking my face when I was sad. Thank you for being my protector. Thank You Milo, for being my dog. I enjoyed every smile, every lick, and every game of tag. I loved the walks we had and the adventures we shared. No one else was better to share them with but you. You'll always be my Pongo. I love you.

Love, Stacy