Milo came into our lives in the most unexpected way, found as a tiny stray kitten in an apartment parking lot, thanks to Ashitha’s kind heart. His journey with us began with a touch of mystery, as he spent his first two days hiding inside our car. The only sign of his presence was the empty bowl of milk we’d leave for him. On the third day, Milo finally let us bring him into our home and hearts.

Milo was a cat of refined tastes and high standards. Never one to settle for home-cooked meals or raw food, his preferences were clear: milk and Whiskas. A connoisseur of comfort, he claimed the sofa and bed as his royal throne, embodying elegance in every stretch and nap.

Though shy around strangers, Milo was our loyal companion, offering his quiet presence during our moments of sadness. His playful spirit shone when he was in the mood, bringing laughter and lightness to our home. He had a streak of adventure too, wandering outside a couple of times and keeping us on edge until we managed to bring him back safely.

When our daughter, Amia, was born, we worried about how they would bond. But Milo and Amia quickly formed a beautiful friendship that filled our home with warmth. Even now, Milo’s memory lives on in Amia’s love for cats—a testament to his gentle and loving nature.

Milo, you were more than a pet; you were family. Your presence made our house a home, and your absence leaves an irreplaceable void. We miss you dearly and cherish every moment we shared. You will forever be in our hearts.