Milo ran out the back door, and we haven’t seen him since. He came to us at six weeks old as a rescue. He was an anxious little boy, and it breaks our hearts knowing how he may be feeling out there alone. We did everything we could to look for our boy; putting up flyers with a reward, leaving bedding outside, door knocking, and walking the streets in the early hours. We still haven’t given up. The kids make up scenarios of how he’s probably been taken in by a friendly old lady and spends his days getting all the hugs in the world