All about Milo...
Milo was born December 3, 2009.
I adopted him from a ‘reputable’ breeder in CA. I flew from sunny CO to heavenly CA to pick him up. He was 1.25 pounds at eight weeks old.
I stayed with him in CA for a week in the pet friendly hotel The Maya in Long Beach just bonding and getting to know him before we took the long flight back home to CO. He seemed like a weak little guy (with a lot of fight in him) and I had a concern about stressing him out with the flight, a new environment, and new people friends to get acquainted with, so we stayed for a week and vacationed together in the hotel room.
During the week in the hotel I discovered that he had bloody stool, diarrhea, a foul odor on his body, flaky skin, a dull coat, his coat was also falling out, a distended belly, abnormally low weight, crusty and watery eyes, greater than normal flatulence and burping, and was eating watered down adult hard dog food sent home with me by the breeder. He was so little and slept across my neck at night, or on my belly to stay warm. I was instantly attached to his big bobble head, smooched face, big brown eyes and couldn’t give him up. When I arrived home in CO I immediately established his new vet ‘team’.
I was told after several trips to the vet clinic that he was ‘failing to thrive’. He had pneumonia, a congenital birth defect of a narrow and collapsing trachea, giardia, round worm, and to expect the worst and that he could succumbs to his ailments any day. I was advised to put him down. He lost .25 pounds, dropping to just 1 pound. He was very lethargic and even after trying to get him to eat on a two hour schedule throughout the night and feeding him with a water dropper and milk supplements to keep him hydrated, he barely had the strength to lift his head in the morning. My biggest fear was that he was suffering. He wanted to play all the time and he was in such good spirits, he was just incredibly week and it was obvious by looking at him that he was a pretty sick puppy.
Milo in an oxygen tank...
I instantly switched to a homemade diet where he thrived noticeably within the day. He wasn't into food and really didn't have much of an appetite before, but he rolled in the first feeding he was so excited. He woke me up the very next morning wanting to play and bounced into the kitchen wanting food. I gave him all he wanted, patiently hand feeding him piece by piece so not to gorge and get sick, or develop bloat. I combined veterinary care for the giardia and round worm, Benadryl to keep the mucus in the trachea clear, and cooked a simple diet of chopped organic chicken breast (made for human consumption), ground fresh organic carrots, and non-GMO steamed brown rice, four to six times a day in small portions. He did very well on the cooked diet, then I switched him to the all raw diet four weeks later, no transition, after his blood levels were normal and he had his strength back. I slowly added a tablespoon of yogurt and cottage cheese (before his chicken dinner) because probiotics are important to give after receiving antibiotics, natural and raw, fresh farmers market cheese (w/ the Benadryl inside), organic granny smith apples and cranberries, and frozen blueberries as snacks, and essential vitamins, minerals, and fish oils, he thrived and thrived...and "ARF", "Milo's Kitchen", "Milo's Lucky 7" Copyright ©2010 was born.
Milo's Mom grew up in the Midwest between small town and country life. (Her sister was the one who brought home the stray pets we commonly found hidden on and under our beds, who also has a degree in Vet Tech). Milo's mom has a B.A. degree in Communication, Culture, & Media from Indiana University. Her passion is studying cultures and the history and evolution of food in both humans and pets. She also lived back and forth for 8 years between the U.S. and Brazil, advancing her studies in human and pet nutrition while in Brazil. The U.S. doesn't recognize many international degrees, so she just shares her knowledge with friends and family, for the love of healthy pets and people everywhere. She's also a Pescetarian.
Milo died in his mom's arms at the front door of the Emergency clinic from a collapsed trachea, a congenital disease he was born with. He was her 'light'. Although she could not prevent him from passing over the Rainbow bridge, she wants to share everything she knows for the love of healthy pets everywhere.
For the love and memory of Milo...
Milo died in my arms on 3/30/2011 from a collapsed trachea, a congenital disease.
"Rest peacefully my little Milo..."