Gizmo passed away Saturday night. He was almost 12 years old.
I noticed last week that he wasn't eating very well and then on Friday, he was breathing funny. The vet gave him subcutaneous fluid and antibiotics and told us that he had an upper respiratory infection. Saturday I gave him some bronchial dilator medicine and antibiotics. He ate a little in the morning, but then went downhill the rest of the day. At about 10 pm I called a friend to come sit with the kids while I took Gizmo to the Emergency Pet Hospital. He died almost as soon as we got there. The vet said that Gizmo probably had some undiagnosed heart condition or cancer :(
I'm going to miss Giz. He was quite the cat. When we lived in Friendswood, TX our neighbor found him in a ditch when he was about 6 weeks old. He was a stray and pretty sickly. Our neighbor had a dog and couldn't keep him, so Scott thought it would be a great idea if we adopted him. I wasn't quite so sure, but agreed. We named him Gizmo because he reminded us of a gremlin. He had mange, ringworm and ear mites. The vet thought he would be okay if he was taken care of. Well, he did just fine and we were amazed at how his appearance changed.
Gizmo had beautiful fur. It was soft and so nice to touch. But it was also a pain to keep brushed and un-matted under his legs. Thus, he received several hair cuts. He didn't always like the process of getting there but he
mostly liked the end results.
He loved the outdoors. When we lived at apartments, his favorite place to be was sitting out on the balcony watching the world go by, or just sleeping. Of course, when we didn't have a balcony, if he saw an open door, he was out into the world like a shot. They're have been several times when I've had to go searching for him....
Gizmonster was always good with the kids, too. They would chase him around the house. The kids were pester him and pat him and Gizmo would take it all in stride - never once even scratching them.
Of course, I wasn't always so sweet. When he was between the ages of about 0 and 5, he would come scratch on our bed at about 3 'o' clock in the morning. If he didn't do that, then he would be meowing, rather loudly at 5 am! There was also the matter of his water dish. He never wanted to drink from it. He always chose a water glass that was left on the table or counter. I know we lost at least half a dozen drinking glasses that way - especially in Phoenix.
Gizmo has lived in 5 different houses and 3 states. He has traveled across the country and back. He was quite the trooper.
The last several years, after the kids were in bed, Gizmo would come curl up next to me. If I didn't start petting him, he would paw at me until I did. Giz and I had an appointment every night for a ear and neck scratch. When he was done, he would get move to the other side of the couch or go curl up by himself to sleep for the night.
The house seems a bit emptier now that he's gone. And now our Christmas cards will have one less variable.
The kids seem to be taking it pretty well. There haven't been any tears yet, except for mine. Ian, on Sunday, randomly said, 'Mommy, I miss Gizmo.' about 5 times. And my reply, 'I miss him, too.'
Gizmo, if there is a kitty-heaven you should be there. We miss you and love you.