Yesterday (Saturday), after I got home, my father mentioned to me that he saw what appeared to be a dead cat on the road just north of our home infront of a small white church. 

Dad and I took a walk down our driveway to the main gate. Dad pulled the gate back while I kept the dogs at bay.  We quickly crossed over and Dad closed the gate.  The pups followed us til the edge of our land as we continued down the road.  Dad said he hadn’t seen Gizmo today and that the dead cat seemed to resemble Gizmo. 

As we continued our walk in a sunny day almost pictorius landscape, I turned my gaze as we stopped upon this little creature flatten by the cruelty of nature (modern life).   We stared at it trying to figure out — Is it really Gizmo?  But this creature seemed a lot bigger.  Than again it could be because it lost it’s wholeness and now it was difficult to identify by the shape and size. 

The color of what remained were similar pattern to Gizmo, a lovely white coat with some gray areas on the head and a lovely gray tail.  Yeap, I feared it would be him.  I kept looking at this poor creatures paw to make sense if it was an adult or a kitten.  Quite difficult to tell.  Dad and I looked at eachother and started our walk back home.  Not much was said except that Dad feared it was Gizmo.

I had mentioned to Ron of our discovery and fears.  We searched the areas were the kitties would normally be and only saw Misty.  We called them in a playful way and didn’t get any responce except for Misty and Mencha (moma kitty).

Night came.  A bright moon overhead and Mencha began to meow.  She seemed to be searching and calling.  For several moments thoughtout the night she kept meowing.  Misty seems confused too.  It was almost three in the morning as I observed their action and reaction.  I began to feel Mencha’s loss. 

This morning, when I finally awoke, I went to see if Mencha was feeding the kittens.   She was on a chair and Misty was underneath.  Misty jumped up and quickly ran to his/her hiding place.   I walked over and grab a pole that has a feather attached to the end of a rope to get Misty or Gizmo to chase it.  To no avail neither of them came out.  Still hopeful that Gizmo was here.

Later on, when the rain began to come down like a waterfall over a side of a mountain, I saw Misty run towards my car.  After awhile, the rain subsided and I took the opportunity to open the hood.  I was hoping to see both kittens but there was only one Misty.

I lament to say that Gizmo is no more.  Gizmo will forever be remembered.  Here’s to you little fella, may you encounter peacefulness that was taken away from you in life.