Well... It's been a full week and I've taken my time letting the lonelyness sink in. It really is totally different around the house without him. I dont hear his feet on the hardwood floors in the kitchen... you dont hear his collar jingling as he walks around. I can't pet his soft fur, comforting me and him. It's hard not to see him anymore.

I lived my promise out for him that day. We went in and I gave him his Reeses peanutbutter cup. First they gave him a sedative...And he just laid down. The thing is, when they were giving him the sedative, he was flinching so I grabbed him paw and he relaxed his leg for them. He laid down, so I laid with him. I was bawling... I'll admit it. It was very hard to watch, but I pet him and talked to him the entire time. I told him how much of a big boy he was and how he was my best friend. I told him little things, that'd mean so much if he only understood. I pet him softly, comforting him. Then, once they gave him the overdonse... the life in his eyes ceased to be and he was gone. My baby was gone. My best friend was no more. I dont regret being there though, he needed me more then anyone. I took his collar off and kissed him one last time.

I tell you this because I must write what happened. I held him in my hands as he died. As painful as it was for me, it was twice as peaceful for him. We got him back Wednesday, I went and picked his ashes up. It is good to have him home. I'm looking at pet urns for him but they are very expensive. I will never forget him. For being a dalmatian, he was a great dog and he deserves to live forever in our hearts.

To you, Milo: Thanks for all the great adventures. You'll always be my Pongo and you'll always be my big boy. I wont forget you if you wont forget me. I miss petting you and hearing you whine. I even miss hearing you lap up all that water. Just wait for me. I love you, Boy. I love you. Tell Grandma and Quiche hi. Goodbye.

     Love Stacy