Tito was the cutest thing when we first brought him home.  He was SO tiny!  Everyone in the house loved on him.  It wasn't until the new baby arrived that poor Tito was unintentionally pushed aside.  If only I knew his life would be so short, I would have held him tight & never let go.  Tito will never get to grow up.  He'll never get to go on any summer trips with us to the camp house.  The sun will rise & set a million times without him.  He died too young, but he will remain with me until the day comes that I too will join him in the place where Jesus dwells.  I'm sure I'll see him with this ears perked up and his tail wagging a hundred times a second running towards me with a speed I've never seen & he'll jump into my arms again letting me know that he was waiting for me to make it "home" where we could play together, forever & ever.