Gizmo June 6, 1994- May 10, 2006
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Gizmo passed away last week of cancer.
We got Gizmo as a puppy right after our family returned from Germany for the first time in 1994. He was just a little fuzzy hairball, always happy and playful. At first he lived in the laundry room--but quite soon he graduated taking charge of the whole house. He loved his independence and freedom.
Gizmo was always with us when we traveled—to Colorado, to Washington DC; he went many times to Ruidoso with Mama and Daddy; when he couldn’t come with us he preferred to keep after the home and family or friends would come to check on him everyday.
Gizmo was a great protector and a loving dog. He kept secrets better than anyone and always (well, most of the time) let you pet your stresses out on his back. Everyone who knew him loved him and we will all miss him very much.
If you have any Gizmo memories please leave them in the comments section!
Gizmo passed away last week of cancer.
We got Gizmo as a puppy right after our family returned from Germany for the first time in 1994. He was just a little fuzzy hairball, always happy and playful. At first he lived in the laundry room--but quite soon he graduated taking charge of the whole house. He loved his independence and freedom.
Gizmo was always with us when we traveled—to Colorado, to Washington DC; he went many times to Ruidoso with Mama and Daddy; when he couldn’t come with us he preferred to keep after the home and family or friends would come to check on him everyday.
Gizmo was a great protector and a loving dog. He kept secrets better than anyone and always (well, most of the time) let you pet your stresses out on his back. Everyone who knew him loved him and we will all miss him very much.
If you have any Gizmo memories please leave them in the comments section!
posted by Jen at 4:14 PM
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For some reason, ever since Gizmo was a puppy, when he ate his food from his bowl he had a crazy ritual. I don't know if it was because he wanted to pretend like he was a wild dog covering his dinner into secret hiding places--or if he thought that somehow by pretending to cover his food with dirt it would taste better. He always pretended that the carpet or the side of the bowl was dirt and he could cover the food up before he ate it. After a few minutes of 'nosing' his bowl, he would look at it and see that it was still there and the same as it was before and begin to eat it one little by bite by one little bite.
Sometimes Gizmo would run around living room in circles like speedy gonzales without any obvious(to humans)reason. I still wonder why he did, little tazmanian devil...
I remember when Gizzy would tear a box to shreads. I think that was his favorite toy next to the Christmas time Fozzy the Bear that we got as a McDonalds toy when we were young.
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