August 10, 2004 – October 2014
Miles has come a long way in his life as well as distance. Miles was owner surrendered because he didn't match up to their hunting expectations. We assume he was a "farm" dog and never allowed to be a member of the family. In the short time with his foster, Polly, he learned just what being a member of the family meant. He was allowed in the house, to sleep in bed with humans, get in laps and eat his meals in the house. He was now ready to go to his new family.
made the trip to KS to pick up Miles and bring him to his new home.
Miles’ new mom, Karen, came to pick him up the very next day, she
couldn’t wait. Karen brought his new brother, Benjamin, with her.
Karen called me that evening to tell me how happy Miles was in his
new home. He was playing with his new brother and learning to bark.
I am not sure barking is a good thing, but his new mom didn't seem
to mind. Miles even ate all his dinner, which is good.
He woke up that morning with gray
gums (a sign of internal bleeding) so I knew it was time. The vet
agreed. He probably had a tumor that burst. I'm glad it was so
sudden- fine one day, gone the next, no long suffering. My first dog
to die. My eldest V, Benjamin, will be 15 next month. I also have a
rescue, Cody, 12 or 13. And of course, little Olive.