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I know this is Lizzie’s blog, but I like posting about both my babies.  The EPI guys have to listen to me go on about Liz, you guys get to listen to me ramble about Vito, so there!

Today is Vito’s “Gotcha Day”, the day I got him from the shelter.   Though I’m pretty sure somebody pulled a switcheroo on me somewhere along the way.  He doesn’t look at all like the poor, starved pile of bones I adopted, instead he’s now fat, happy, and absolutely glowing with life and happiness.  So today is dedicated to Vito, my big baby.

To Vito,

I know you can’t read, but I wish I could explain to you how much you mean to me.  I am so eternally grateful to the rescue who posted your plight on craigslist, it is people like that who make the world just a little bit brighter all the time.  I know you brightened my world.

We had our ups and downs, the sickness, the messes, and you held in there.  You were sick, starving, and probably in more pain than I could imagine, but you came into my home with grace and humility.  You knew you were sick, and you tried so hard not to mess on my floor, even when you couldn’t help it.  You were always sweet and gentle to Lizzie, you immediately took your place as my protector, even though you were so weak a child could have knocked you down.

And now, now you’re beautiful, vibrant, you radiate life and happiness.  I’d never really seen something that defined the word ‘gallumph’ until I saw you..well…gallumphing your way across the yard to me.  And you’ve never lost faith in me, even when we were stuck in that horrible little apartment, even now, when we’re getting ready for another move.  You’ve accepted my ‘holding pattern’ way of life, and things are slowly but surely getting better.

You try so hard to be good, even when you aren’t.  It’s probably why I let you get away with so much.  Well, that and you’re so darn cute.  We’ve had our bad days, there have been days when you’ve driven me crazy, but that’s what family does.  And while having you here might be extra work for me, it’s worthwhile work.  And I don’t mind it in the least.  Never ever think you’re a burden, you’re my baby, and I don’t know what I would do without your warm presence pressed against my back at night, watching over me.

This is for you Vito, the best Birthday Present I could have gotten.