19 hours ago1 min read
Millo
I really don’t not where to begin With tricolour fur upon his skin, And delicate folds of ear within, The warmth he brings, unlike another, A feeling akin to that of a mother. Barks made for food, his way to communicate, Completing the bond he intricately creates In the busiest days of all His presence stands, steadfast and tall. The love provided from every inch of his soul With being with me throughout is his only goal I cannot be lucky enough To see this cute creature snuf


