6 years ago my Gizmo passed. He was 21 years old with stage 4 breast cancer. The night before he passed I thought I had more time with him. I left. At 7am the next day my dad called me and said Gizmo was up walking down the hallway trying to make it to my room. He didn't get very far. He collapsed just before he got there and with a final meow he was gone. I regret not being there. I regret leaving. I regret so many things about that day. I should have been there. I should have been holding him. I hope he knows I loved him more than anything.
He is buried outside my window between two pink crepe myrtles. It was his favorite window. I wanted him to meet my son. But my son was born 2 months too late. I still to this day think about him ever day. I miss him and his potato chip ear (he had surgery on a hemotoma). We had so many great memories. He was my first friend. I shared everything with him. He is missed so dearly.
He is buried outside my window between two pink crepe myrtles. It was his favorite window. I wanted him to meet my son. But my son was born 2 months too late. I still to this day think about him ever day. I miss him and his potato chip ear (he had surgery on a hemotoma). We had so many great memories. He was my first friend. I shared everything with him. He is missed so dearly.