This morning, we had to put down one of our cats, Milo. He died of possibly cancer, or a gastrointestinal disorder. This is his story:
Milo blew into our family in 2008. He literally “blew” into our neighborhood during Hurricane Ike in September of that year. Nobody had seen him before the storm. But there he was - a stray, but very affectionate cat. We asked all around if he belonged to anyone, but no one claimed him. So we added him to our family.
At first, we called him “Ike” for obvious reasons. But once we got to know his personality, we had a better name in mind. He was very much like Milo in the movie “Milo and Otis.” He loved to get into everyone’s business. He antagonized our other cats to no end, and was always full of mischief. So, the name stuck.
He loved to play – especially under the bed sheets while you tried to make the bed. He was always ready to eat just about anything. When startled, his backside jumped farther than his front, almost flipping him backwards. He was certain the random pencil or piece of thread was a clear and present danger and needed to be subdued. Milo liked to get in the way of the TV or computer monitor while you were watching. He just wanted attention and love, and he got it.
He will be terribly missed. The Lord gives, and the Lord takes away. Blessed be the Name of the Lord.
