by Morgan R.
Gizmo wasn't even 1, who would think his life would be taken from ours.I'm a Christian, you see, but that night I thought that God was betraying me. Here's my story: The night he left it was dark with gray clouds and a full moon dangling in the sky. Gizmo loved to go outside. My mom had put him outside. He usually stays outside overnight so we forgot about it. The next morning I looked outside, sure that I would find my Gizmo waiting for me. No Gizmo, only hard drops of rain. I ran out. "Gizmo, Gizmo," my voice screeched. As soon as the rain stopped I took my boots, some doughnuts, a milk carton and my notebook and set out to the dunes by our house. It seemed like the longest walk to get to get there. I was sure that he would be crying, waiting for me in the big bushes in the sandy hills. No Gizmo. No Gizmo the next day, or the next, no Gizmo for the next month, and the next. During that period of time, I took his absence from my life like you would a knife in your back. I made flyers. No help. I talked to neighbors. No use. I found the Rainbow Bridge site, and the site turn into my daily life routine. Come home from school, get on the net, look up www.rainbowsbridge.com. The poem was pinned up on the wall. Every night I recited it and every night I bawled myself to sleep. I didn't know what was happening to my beautiful cat, until..........."No your cat is not here," said the lady behind the desk. I sat at the pounds' door looking at all the LOST PET signs. I looked at all the papers. I came across a clipboard. Searching the list of names I found one that fit Gizmo's description like the missing piece of the puzzle. Long haired white and black cat, of Wooly and Harbor(my street). I stood there in awe. My cat wasn't gone after all. I showed my mom. She started crying. She was so happy..or not. She pointed her finger at the paper at the bottom. DEAD ANIMAL PICK UP. I stood there in awe, or maybe he was gone. I hate using the word dead. I didn't move, cry, or blink. My eyes watered up. My mom held me close to her. The lady behind the counter just watched us. When I was walking back I saw another little girl crying just the same. It feels good to know you aren't alone.
Yesterday(4th of July) was Gizmo's birthday. I sat there watching the fireworks, or what I could see of them through the fog, singing Happy Birthday to my little baby cat, Gizmo.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIZMO