Gizmo was my cat, the first cat I've had since I left home. I got him in November 2007 and he was a part of the family. The last time I saw him was at Christmas time last year. I've been hoping that he was just adopted by another family. But I saw his lifeless body on the side of the road yesterday. He's been there the last few months under the piles of snow we got at the time he disappeared. It broke my heart to see him there and to know that's where he's been the last few months.
My cats become a special part of the family and I felt like a part of my heart was torn out to realize that he will never come home to me, to sleep on my feet or to curl up on my lap again.