Miles was a full on golden retriever, outgoing, endearing and clingy. You, on the contrary, were a typical black cat, quiet, introverted and reserved.

You got sick recently and Miles was helping you out, taking care of you as if it wasn't a simple winter flu but as if you were full on on the verge of dying.

"Love, I'm home," You could here the entrence door opening and Miles loud voice filling the apartment for a bunch of seconds.