Milo is my coping skill. I don't think there's anything in this world that brings me more joy than knowing that he exists. Coming home to his tiny feet pitter-pattering down the hall and being attacked by thirty kisses as soon as I walk through the door is enough to put air in my lungs some days. I adore him and the joy that flows through him. He's my boy. He's always got time for a nap or a walk. He's always willing to cuddle. And he always knows exactly what I need.
I am more thankful for him in my times of darkness than any other time. He is loved. He is ALWAYS loved. But he is appreciated, in every little way, when I am depressed. His cuddles mean more. His presence is more significant. He wears this role proudly. He knows he takes it on. I am thankful that my coping skill always has my back.
"The only creatures evolved enough to convey pure love are dogs and infants." -Johnny Depp
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