Almost 10 years ago I went with my sister and my dad to the pound a couple of weeks before Christmas to get a cat. We didn't go in looking for any kind in particular. I was adamant we go to the pound, since they were a kill shelter, and we'd be doing our part to save a furry life.
We never expected that day to find the sexiest cat that ever lived. We didn't expect it, but there he was. About 6 weeks old, furry, flat faced, and fat. The three of us took one look at him and he looked back at us with his indifferent, slightly sarcastic eyes, and he allowed us to choose him.
Never have I encountered a cat like him, and I don't expect to ever again. He passed away this morning, he turned 10 years old yesterday. We're not 100% sure what happened. His illness seemed to come on suddenly. It was either severe anemia (what I'm leaning towards) or an aggressive form of cancer that had a sudden onset. The vet said we could send him away to Cary, NC to the hospital there to be treated, but he didn't expect him to survive the night- and he didn't. So, it's good that we chose to take him home and make him comfortable.
Gizmo was way to cool to have his last moments alone in a cage without family in a strange city and place.
I'm broken-hearted over his passing. We had a lot of fun with Gizmo. I used to put him in a silver glittered harness and take him with me to the town commons to listen to the different bands that would play during the summer- until his harness got a little too snug. He loved to be brushed. He loved sweet tea. He had a red satin dress that he was too fat for, and busted the seams- then it looked like he had been legitimately raped- we called it his party dress. He was secure enough with his sexuality to be cool with this. Gizzie also had a neck-tie for special occasions. On occasion, he'd put on a batman mask and cape and turn into Bat-Cat.
What I'm saying is, there will never be another Gizmo. Nor should there be.
|Sometimes, you just need some pizza.|
|He didn't like a bath, but he understood it helped keep him sexy.|
|He loved baskets, no matter how small it may be.|