My Gizmo was a big cat. Quite the little porker. At times all i called him lovinly was fatty. But gizzi was my best friend. I'm only 18 and i had him since i was about 13. He always new when i was sad. He would crawl into my bed and lick my tears away. 3 days ago he went missing. I looked everywere. Yesterday i went to the Humane Society witch i now call the inhumane society because they blatently lied. They said they would keep everything on record but didnt have a cat that looked like that. Today wile i was at work my grandparents got the call to come identifie him. They had, had him for 2 days. Tonight is my frist real night withought him and i really dont know what to do. I cant stop crying i loved Gizmo with all my heart. He didnt deserve to be hit by a car. I know he's in a better place. It still hurts. I'm going to miss coming home from work and not seeing him laying on his bed. Or even laying on my grandpas. I'll miss him so much.