We adopted Milo when he was 7 years old. Every single day that we had him was a beautiful gift from God. He was happy, playful, and affectionate and one very bright spot in what was otherwise a difficult time for our family. Milo had dwarfism and couldn't run and play like the other dogs, but as he joyfully waddled along on his walks, people constantly told us "your dog is SO cute!" Milo suddenly left us, probably from a heart attack. We miss Milo terribly every single day.