Milo entered my life when I was nine. He was more than just a pet—he was part of my family, my best friend and my source of comfort. Milo, who never failed to stay by my side whenever I was stressed; who would sit with me by the window and watch the world go by. I loved him dearly, but that care for him slowly vanished as I grew older. Looking back, I realised with a heavy heart: I had taken him for granted.  At first, I did all the things I needed to do for him, and more. I fed him, played...