by Tammy Szymczak
Gizmo was the dog that should of lived forever. He was 10 when he died on christmas day of 1998. He was a talker. He would talk to me when he wanted something. He was always there to talk to and he was the best friend a person could ever have. His brother(critter)is doing ok. I am sure he is wondering where you went to when we took you for that last ride and you never came back with us. We we got out to eat i still save a treat for you even though you are not here anymore. You will be sadly missed and no other dog can take your place. I just hope that you are being treated good still and know that we will always love and miss you.
Your Dad, Mom, Alysha, and critter.