10/10/2025
Today starts off on sad note.
Gizmo, passed over rainbow bridge last night. He was the tender age of 18.
I remember once upon a time, going to walk Charlie and Tommy and this unbothered ginger cat was just sitting in the hallway watching us. I had a little panic, while I'm sure his owners mentioned they had a cat, I seemed to have forgotten since I was there for the boys and had never officially met him even after walking them for a while at this point. I remember corralling the dogs outside and shutting the door since they hadn't noticed him. Panicked messaged his owners, only to find out that was my first glimpse of Gizmo, their cat child.
From that first meet, I didn't see him often in his younger years. He was very much a gallivanter, occasionally I'd see him in the garden, say hello and then a second later he was gone. Sometimes he made me wonder if I was going mad. But even if he was trying to mess with my sanity, he was the sweetest boy about it. On my first sleepover with him and Charlie, he showed me the lovebug he was. Laying on my lap, headbutting my hand when I stopped the head rubs and purring away like a little orange train.
The last few weeks, the signs of age became apparent but his lovebug ways didn't change. His appetite for food did however, he reminded me so much of Biscuit when he'd scream at me as soon as he spotted me. And then joining the treat queue for Abi's after walk snacks.
My love and thought's go to his family during this tough time. I hope they find solace in the long and loving life he lived with them. I also want to thank them, for allowing me to be part of his life too.
Gizmo, you were my first experience of what i like to call a cryptid cat, you have set the bar and it'll be difficult to reach. Thank you for making me question my sanity and being cute about it. I will miss you sat in front of Abi waiting patiently for a treat after every walk. Give Tommy and Charlie a loving heatbutt from me. Rest easy, gorgeous boy ๐งก