Gizmo was a very special, very intelligent cat. I know everyone feels the same way about their own pet, but if I listed all the reasons, you would be bored to tears! We taught him to say "mama"; he absolutely loved being around home improvement projects, and was not afraid of power tools like drills and saws; when vacuuming, he would just, lie on the rug and just look at you, like, "You wouldn't dare hit me with that!" I truly believe it's because we rescued him at the age of four weeks and raised him ourselves. Looking back, he was probably abandoned by his mother because he was ill. We never found out exactly what killed him. He began losing weight, and by the time we got tests done, his white blood count was off, he had a low blood pressure and heart rate, his kidneys were failing (an x-ray showed one was deformed). They couldn't perform tests to find out what the cause was until they stabilized his vitals, but he never got better, and he went that day. In all that time, he never acted ill, never cried once, and loved life.