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At her kitchen table, Sherri smiled as she recalled seeing Julio for the first time, in a shelter. “He was scrawny, pooping bloody diarrhea everywhere—you could see all his ribs,” she said. But he filled out quickly, growing rugged and broad-chested. Sherri began to call him Julio Suave, her “handsome man.”
Julio was an athlete. He jumped as though he had springs in his paws, and he became constipated without rigorous activity. But when he was around eleven years old, he starte