Well, it's been almost two months since we found out Vito was sick. Back then we didn't realize how sick he was or what was going to happen. Basically my life seemed to stop once I found out he was sick. I wanted to just be there with him and hang out with him every minute I could. There were days around Christmas where we thought he just couldn't fight anymore, but the next day he would be a little better and we saw he still had fight left in him. Kim and I talked and we didn't want to see him suffer, but we also didn't want to have him leave us before his time. The medicines we were giving him were keeping him going but he definitely was not the dog he once was, the dog who pretty much ruled the house.
Vito always love chasing after the cats, and our one cat Sasha would very seldomly come downstairs to hang out. He would never do anything with the cats but chase them and when he got next to them, they all turned into best friends. There were times when our one cat Brian would just walk up to him as he laid around and would just brush up against him like Brian was marking him. But everyone in the house knew that Vito was the boss. If he didn't want to be bothered, you didn't bother him and if he wanted to play, then you better get down on the floor and start playing tug of war with him.
I never realized how smart dogs really are. Vito was very special and there were times where Kim and I thought we would come home and he would just start speaking to us. Since we don't have kids, the pets in our house tend to get spoiled quite a bit. The pile of dogs toys in our house is quite a sight to see. You could sit there and name ANY toy in that toy pile, and it didn't matter if the toy was bought last week, or last year, Vito would dive into that pile and pull out the toy you just said. It was amazing. He was amazing, and I miss him more every day he is gone.
January 21st is when we had to make the hardest decision of our lives. Vito was breathing so poorly that we knew his time had come and that we needed to take him into the vets. I bundled him up in a blanket and held him as Kim drove us to the vets. I carried him in with tears in my eyes, and held him through the whole procedure. I told him once he got sick, that I would be there with him until the end, and I was. It was the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life, but I wouldn't let him go through this alone.
No one knows what happens when we die. Everyone has their own theories and beliefs. All I know is when I die, I hope I get to see Vito again and spend eternity with him, as he will always hold a special place inside of me.
Vito, you were loved when you were alive, and you are still loved now that you are no longer with us. You were to young to be taken from us being only six years old. There was so much more time I wish I had with you, but I am so glad the time that you were with us we all enjoyed so much and will never forget. Vito, you were a wonderful terrific dog, and all I can say is I miss you.