The world was big and unfamiliar when I first left the only home I’d ever known. My siblings and I were part of a life change, a breeder shifting to farming, and suddenly, everything was new: people, carpets, toys, even kindness. At 15 weeks old, I was the cautious one. I watched first. I listened. I learned. And slowly, I began to understand that soft voices and open hands meant safety. That laps were warm, treats were plentiful, and maybe… this new chapter wouldn’t be so scary after all.
Then came MY family. They knew loss, having said goodbye to their beloved AGA golden not long ago, but what they had left was even greater: time, patience, and a home ready for a pup like me. One parent retired, the other working from home, I’m never far from love. There’s a big backyard, a pool for future swims, and kind human siblings who make a big deal about me. As they should. Now, I’m no longer just the quiet one. I’m the heart of the household, growing braver and goofier every day. And I’ve finally found what every pup dreams of, a forever home where I’m seen, understood, and truly cherished. Thank you, AGA, for helping me find my people. Love, Milo
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