Milo was my first baby. My dog. He was a lovely Pekingese that was a bit of a diva. And I loved him so for it. I raised him that way after all. My belief being that pets should be pampered as they provide unconditional love. And unconditional love he did provide. We are nearing his favorite holiday of the year- Thanksgiving. He hated Halloween. He did not care much for the court jester costume I got him. He rather sneered at it. He didn’t care for Christmas much as he tired of his chew toys rather quickly and the Christmas tree took up precious New York City space. Thanksgiving! Now that was a feast for the dogs.
He loved apple pie in a way that was rather odd. He loved sweets as much as I did. Which is funny considering that my own son –flesh and blood of mine- does not care for sweets. There was the time where we had guests over for Thanksgiving and he turned his nose up at the turkey. The second, however, that we turned our back to him, he dug in all the way into the apple pie. I couldn’t be angry at him. I just couldn’t. We had three other pies anyway. I told you, I like sweets. Besides I was thankful that he was in my life. Even a few years after his death, I still feel his presence and find his fur balls around in some dark corner.
So, this thanksgiving I ordered up some more pie and will put a little aside to celebrate his celestial birthday.
If I could write a letter to him that he would someone magically be able to read I would tell him the following:
Miss you dearly till this day. We all do. I hope you are enjoying in the sly somewhere some apple pie with cheese and a side of peanut butter. I know that you find that heavenly. Know that we have yet to get another dog for we miss you still too much. But when we do it will be in your honor. Luka thanks you for howling with him when he was crying as a baby. He still remembers that and appreciates it. You were our guardian angel and probably still are. Have a great thanksgiving and know you are in our hearts.