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Well, It's decided again. Milo's date is Friday, the 15th, (2 days from my birthday) to be freed. (We're putting him down.) I'm not so emotional this time. I know he's in alot of pain and I try to help as much as I can, but he wont eat, can't hold down his medicine, and can't even get up the stairs. I understand and as his best friend I will do everything for him. I love him for all he's worth, that being alot. Aaron has loved Milo as his own dog and he's helping me through alot of it. But he's going to go with me and stand my me. He'll go to doggy heaven, (if there is separte heavens for dogs I dont know, but I kinda hope not becuase I want to see him when I get up there.) I want him to be at peace. I know that once we get a place where I can finnally have a dog again, I will probably get another dog. Maybe I'll get a rescued dalmatian. Infact, we're donating money once he dies to a dalmatian rescue place.

We got Milo in Rexburg from some people who my dad's friend knew. I wanted a dalmatian ever since I'd seen 101 Dalmatians (DUH). Well, when we went to look at the puppies, he was the only one left. His dad was massive, while his mom was pretty and lady like. Neither barked. He on the other hand, hid in the flower bed and followed his mother around. He was so cute. I remember very vividly. His dad was so big, one of the kids rode him out from the back to the front. Milo didn't get that big, he's the runt.

I remember on cold days when we wouldn't let him inside, he'd almost gobble at the window. We'd have to drag him across the hard floors because he didn't want to go out alone. He'd love the snow, hated fireworks and guns. But he'd go out and play in the snow with our other dog. I love him. he's been a great dog.

Thanks Milo. You really are the best friend a kid could have.