Gizmo has been sick for a long time now and he was going to be 16 years old in January but he couldn't make it there. We brought him to the vets on a Monday morning and they took him into a room. We heard him bark then bark then yelp. A long yelp then he was gone. They brought him out in a box. This dog, Gizmo was my grams and you could say he was mine as well and he will always be missed and until we cross the rainbow bridge and meet him once again we will mourn.