AirmetTango
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With heavy hearts, my wife and I let our best buddy go on Wednesday. Milo was our first baby, and the kindest, gentlest soul you could ever imagine. Our constant loving companion, all he ever needed to be happy was to be in the same room with his "pack", a treat, a run in the field, or his absolute favorite - chasing and jumping after bubbles or snowflakes. His capacity to give and receive love was never-ending, but no amount of love can stop the ravages of time, and over the last couple of weeks he slowly lost control of his hind legs. We knew it was time, and made the hardest decision of our lives. We stayed with him until the end, going peacefully to run endlessly through fields full of bubbles to chase.
"Go get those bubbles, buddy!!"
"Go get those bubbles, buddy!!"
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