A "golden retriever husband," they would call him. And that's exactly what he was.

Miro was like a third leg, clinging to you, following you, not wanting to ever be apart from you. But occasionally, he'd back up a bit to give you space.

He was sitting on the porch, waiting for you to come home from your nail appointment. Milo waited just like an impatient puppy for your return.

Once your car pulled into the driveway, he was up from the chair, rushing to you.

"Princess, you're home!"