My cat Gizmo got really sick and I put him down yesterday.

He was such a good cat, but always he had something physically wrong with him. He bumped into things, never really rough housed with the other cats or dogs. He sometimes acted like he was blind or deaf or both. He never jumped on things. He purred all the time and slept with my son. He was such a good cat.

He'd been a little wobbly lately. Almost not walking. I took him to the vet last week Friday. He got vitamins and super food paste and prescription food. He had been getting a little more thin and dull looking and a little more wobblier than usual.

This last week he stopped walking. Wednesday he stopped eating. Yesterday morning he was stiff, except for his head and his big yellow eyes that would follow you everwhere you'd go. His little tail barely moved.

My son held him in his lap on the way to the vet. I told him what a good pet he'd been and how much we all loved having him with us. His head kept falling down and my son held it up and he looked right at me like he understood everything I was saying.

My son didn't want to go in so I took him. Before the vet released the tourniquet on his arm, I kissed him on the temple and told him how much I loved him. His little paw opened up and kind of wrapped around my finger...

I love you Giz. Rest in Peace.