Me and my girlfriend had our Gizmo for 9mo and we just lost him yesterday. He was in our living room playing when her brother holding his son, opened the door. We are normally very cautious and wouldn't let him around the door when we go in and out, but not today... Gizmo ran out and down the stairs, I immediately chased after him. I didn't even put on my shoes because I knew it would be all bad if he decided to run all the way and get lost.
He stopped at the bottom of the stairs on the sidewalk, and he looked back at me. In my mind, I was thinking if I chased him I might be able to catch him but he thought I was trying to play with him and he ran across the street. Right as he crossed the street a taxi came and then....
We heard a squeal from Gizmo and I was shock, but at that moment I knew it wasn't going to be good at all. My girlfriend was at the top of the stairs screaming, neighbors were coming out and I ran to see my baby. He lied there, blood gushing out, but he was already gone and I knew it. He was in one piece, looking handsome as ever and I didn't know what to do. Our neighbors came out with sheets to cover him and others with boxes and others were consoling us.
Here's a couple of pictures of my baby:
First picture of him when we first got him:
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Last picture I took of him:
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Reddit has always been good with advice and moral support. We miss him much and always think about the good and bad times we had together. I miss Gizmo snuggling up next to me to sleep every single night. We're only in the second day without him and it feels like a big part of our life is missing even though he's only been with us for a short time. I keep blaming myself thinking what if I didn't chase him because I should have known better.
RIP my good friend.