Milo
He follows me around all day like a shadow. When I go to the kitchen, he leans against the doorway; when I’m working on my laptop, he rests his head on my shoulder. Sometimes, it gets annoying, and I snap— "Ugh! Why do you stick to me like glue all the time? Don’t you have anything else to do?" Today at noon, I was in a particularly irritable mood. As he came up and wrapped his arms around me from behind, I said in a harsh, blunt tone, "Move away! Stop bothering me all the time. I’m fed up with this childishness of yours." He froze. For a split second, those bright eyes of his turned misty. He didn't protest; he just walked out of the room with slow, heavy steps. Later in the evening, I noticed him sitting silently on the sofa in the corner of the drawing-room. In that dark room, tears were trickling down his cheeks, but there wasn't a single sound.
About Milo
He follows me around all day like a shadow. When I go to the kitchen, he leans against the doorway; when I’m working on my laptop, he rests his head on my shoulder. Sometimes, it gets annoying, and I snap— "Ugh! Why do you stick to me like glue all the time? Don’t you have anything else to do?" Today at noon, I was in a particularly irritable ...Read more