by Tammy Szymczak
You came to our household when you were 8 weeks old. A little black puppy. The things you used to do when you were little. Getting into all kinds of things when no one was home. Then came the day when Gizmo came into your life. You brother. You two made a good pair. You went everywhere together. When gizno went away on christmas 1998 you were alone again. Your health was failing you. You hurt more as you got older. Your legs burt you. When you left your family you were 13 1/2. Now the time has come for you to be with your brother gizmo. In pet heaven and your ashes will be together. I know your dad is lost without you. And you can never be replaced. But now the pain is gone. You can run and play with gizmo again. Good bye critter. Tell gizmo that his family still thinks about him.
Love your family.