Mid-Atlantic Gardening: The Hart-cure..., 1 by jfleming

jfleming wrote:
Milo was born on November 17, 13 years ago.
I was just walking, for the second time around the animal shelter, looking and talking to all the animals. I was on my way out. As I'm leaving, in walks this lady, with Milo, an English Springer Spaniel, all brown and white, freshly groomed, bathed, brushed and fluffed.
We'll skip the reasons the lady, after talking with me, helped me cajole Milo into our vehicle, that day.
Before long, he was grabbing gloves or shoes, chewing on them a bit, then running out the dog door, down to the pool, and standing there, staring at the door, waiting for me to appear. Soon seeing me, he'd cock his head away from the pool and with one toss of those big ears, into the pool, whatever he had nabbed, went.
Milo died today. Today we buried him with Billie, ( the Brit.) Billie, the sweet girl, that she was, ever the faithful companion and love interest of Milo's, died two years ago, this December. It was only right we wait, to bury Billie, with Milo. Now, Milo and Billie are together, buried in Milo's favorite spot under, "his" tree.