In Memory of Milo

7/21/09 – 7/5/25 #nbgralumni
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Our beloved dog Milo passed away after nearly sixteen years of beautiful life. He thus joins his longtime frenemy Frazier, who left us two years ago, in doggie heaven.

Milo had a tough early life: a puppy-mill dog, sold by a pet store to a family that decided within a few months they didn’t want him. My sister-in-law helps find homes for homeless dogs of this breed (Brussels Griffon), and that’s how we wound up with him. What a blessing.

I’ve wondered if Milo’s first owner mistreated him. As a puppy he’d cower when I entered the house, as if I was going to yell at him. And he had, as a niece put it, “abandonment issues”—he hated being alone. After Frazier died, we tried to keep a human in the house when possible.

Frazier was the rulebreaker, and Milo was the fine upstanding citizen. He was a truly sweet and innocent dog, and boundlessly friendly. He’d often greet people, including strangers, by getting up on his hind legs as if to invite them to hug him, which some spontaneously did.

Milo had an adventurous side. He liked chasing squirrels and exploring the outdoors. Once he escaped the back yard, and the police nabbed him. He didn’t have his collar on, but fortunately one of our neighbors (a veteran Milo hugger) told the cops where he lived.

This couch was his (and Frazier’s) favorite perch. Perfect for spotting approaching postal workers and other menacing figures. Of course, all that vigilance tires a dog out. God knows Milo has earned his rest. He brought us so much joy and love. RIP, buddy. Say hi to Frazier.