Home was a great little place. We had a rose garden around back, on the mighty river. I had me two pet kittens, Shasha and Nippy. The kittys would sleep with me every night. I was a good little baby who never really cried much. I would smile a lot. My parents loved me more than anything.

I got to go to Disney World when I was a month old. I got to meet Mickey Mouse and Donland Duck! My family travels a lot you could say, for I also went to Puetro Rico in that month, right after my trip to Disney. There I met my family. You see my both my parents were born in Puetro Rico..so.. both their familes still lived there. I loved my aunties and my uncles. And all 12 of my wounderful cousins. I played a lot with a cousin that was born the day after me, named Lola Maria. I spent a whole 2 great weeks in Puetro Rico before returning home to Texas.

Back home, my parents were planing a move to a bigger home with more land. They wanted to buy horses. I did not mind the move that much. I got a bigger room, and that meant more toys. They filled my room full of toys. I was a very happy little boy than! I even got to ride on one of the horses that they had bought with my mommy! They got 2 stallions, Sugar and Naughty Boy!

My life was growing short and no one knew it. I got sick in January of 1999. I tried to hide my cold from my parents, they had the new house and everything else to worry about. Yet..soon they caught on to my little coughs. They took me to the hospital, the doctor there said I had a flu and that it would go away. Yet my "little cold" did not go away. And soon my little cold became a "BIG COLD"....I was coughing up a storm and always crying, which was not like me. My parents took me straight back into the doctors. They ran some chest x-rays and diagnosed me with severe pnuemonia. I was made to stay in the hospital with other sick babies. They gave me medicines to help my pnuemonia, but they did not seem to be helping. I only got sicker and sicker. Than the worst thing happened. My tiny lungs deflated. I could not breath on my own. I had to be hooked to a huge machine. They could not fix my lungs, nor make me better. I was slowly dying. My parents watched me during those weeks fighting for my tiny life. I knew it was so hard for them to bare watching their only child fight for his life. I fought so hard for them. Than one night during my sleep an angel appeared and told me it was time to go. She picked me up in her arms and flew me to heaven, where I have been ever since. My parents always said I was an angel ever since the day I was born, well I have to agree. I was given my wings at the gate. Now I fly free with the other baby angels in heaven. I watch my parents from above. And I send them all my love. My pain is gone and I can smile down upon them. Here I wait till the day my parents join me in Heaven.

~Angel Julio

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