When I was not even a year old my aunt came to my house with a box. She told my mom not to open it if she was not going to keep him. So of course she looked in and she saw this little puppy with big brown eyes looking up at her. My aunt then told her that he was going to be put to sleep because he was the runt of the litter and only his back legs grew, so his back is slanted. They got the name Gizmo because he looked like the Gizmo in Gremlins. My brothers really liked him but whenever they would go out side he would bite their heels. But it was so hard not to love him. He was a dog that was not trained and only listend to you when he wanted but we tried our best to make him go outside, come back in when we called him, and all the stuff you would like your dog to do. He had a mind of his own. He definitely ruled the house. We joked that he was a dog only his family could love!! There were lots of times where we thought that it was time for him to go. He would go outside and I would go to school and she would think he was in and leave. One time he got caught in a snow storm and hid under the deck and when he finally came in the first thing he did(other then slide across the floor) was give my mother kisses. If I was home when he came in I would have freaked out. He was always getting into trouble, no matter were he was he was in more trouble than me and my brothers. When I got a bird he was not quite sure what to think. One day the bird got out and no one was home and Gizmo must have done something to him and the bird saddly died in my hands the next night. Just a week before he left us he was out side and there was a X-mas tree infront of the window where he would get up and scratch so we would let him in. But then all of a sudden he was gone. I went outside and he was halfway off the deck. I went down to try and get him up but he fell. I started screaming and my mom called our vet(they are good friends of the family) and they said that we have to pick him up and bring him to the clinic. But I was screaming too much to do anything. He then got up and was absolutely fine. My dad brought him to the clinic and they said that he just had a mild concussion. A week later, the day after X-mas we brought him to the vet to get his eyes checked out. The vet gave us drops for his eyes, he called his wife and told her that he was going. When we got home(he was almost fully blind) he refused to go up the steps and he fell back and passed out. When he got up he could barely walk. We decided that it was time. In the car he was kissing me the whole way. I told my dad that if they thought he was okay to bring him back out with him. When I saw him with only the leash in his hand I just started screaming. He was 14 years old and I thought he could come through anything.