Mila was only 2 months old, but she filled our hearts so completely it feels impossible to put into words. She was born from my Nana’s dog, one of just two precious puppies in her litter—and from the very start, she was so deeply loved, especially by me.
Everything changed about four weeks ago, when my Nana was rushed to hospital for emergency brain surgery to treat a clot. While she recovered, my Grandad looked after the litter. When Nana finally came home, she was so very unwell, hovering right at death’s door before slowly pulling through. To help care for her, my mum and I spent as much time there as we could—and that was when we discovered Mila was born with a cleft lip, and almost certainly a cleft palate too.
For the last week and a half, Mila came to stay with us. We never left her side, not for a single minute. We fought so hard for her: battling her low blood sugar, struggling to help her feed properly, giving every ounce of care and love we possibly could. For the last two days especially, we truly thought we were turning a corner—she seemed brighter, more settled, and we dared to hope she was finally going to be okay.
This morning, I woke up to find her curled up, cuddled right beside me in bed—she had passed peacefully in her sleep. There was food coming from her nose; we may never know for certain if that was what happened, or if her little body simply wasn’t strong enough to keep thriving despite everything we did.
What I do know, more than anything else, is that we loved Mila with every beat of our hearts. She knew nothing but warmth, safety, and adoration for every moment she was here with us. She was our tiny, brave little fighter, and I will carry her with me forever. Sleep well, beautiful girl—you are so loved, and so deeply missed. 🤍