Milo was an elderly stray dog that my brother found in a ditch. He was driving in the rain and slid into a ditch and found milo under his car. He didn’t hit him, he went over him. He could barely walk when we took him in because of an infection in his paw and had to have teeth and claws pulled by the vet because of infections. He was covered in hundreds and hundreds of fleas and his fur was matted with feces and it took 3 hours to groom him. He was partially blind too. He lived with my mom for 2 years being cared for and loved. After the vet fixed him up he was a happy boy and could run up and down the stairs. Major progress made in that time.

He declined quickly. He started crying at night and no matter what my mom did she couldn’t calm him down. He We think his bones were just aching from him being so old and having arthritis. He was also so blind that he had to lean against walls to find where he was going. All around he just got very depressed. My mom took him to the vet and the vet said that the best thing she could do was put him down. He went to sleep being loved.

RIP milo you were a good boy! At least you had a good life these past two years with a loving home!

Also I want to give my sister some credit for being a good momma to him. My sister can’t even talk about it yet. She was his human and at some point the only person he would let near him when it came to grooming him. He would just lay down and let her do it.