by tammy szymczak
Gizmo died on christmas day of 1998. He woke up christmas morning and looked in his sock to see what santa brought for him. Shortly after that is starting getting sick. He was thowing up all day and later that day i called the vet. He had to be brought in and she said there was nothing they could do for him. He had a mass in his stomach that could not be fixed. The hardest thing was to say goodbye. He was a good dog. He would sit in front of you and talk to you when he wanted something. He brother critter wonders why when we left with him he never came back. The only he didn't like was kids on bikes. He would run up and down the fence when kids went bye. He also hated the mailman. When we took him in the car he would paw at the water dish for a drink of water. Gizmo i hope you are out of pain and in a good place. Hopefully we will meet again someday. I sure do miss you boy.
Love, Mom, Dad, Alysha & critter