Miles was a gentleman in all respects, but quite a character, too. On the gentlemanly side of things: No one was a stranger to Miles for even a nanosecond and his hospice mom remarked he was one of the best dogs she ever cared for. On the “character” side of things: Miles loved fetching a tennis ball, having a paw (or nose) in all you were up to — “Let me help you with that!” was his motto — and snoozing on the couch. Miles was abandoned at a shelter and, at eleven-years-old, had some health issues catching up with him. With expert vet care, he enjoyed the good life with his hospice mom for many months before losing his battle with cancer.