I miss you Big-Guy, Stud Muffin, Buddy, Pal, Cat, Friend, Garfy, Garfield. I wish I
could hear you "meow" some more. I wish I could see your cute little eyes look up at
me as you want something. I loved to watch you walk with your little black tail stick
straight into the air. It looked so cute when you walked around the coffee table. All
I would see it the last few inches of your tail. And the last two inches would slowly
wave back and forth like you were thinking about or debating your next move. I miss
how you were so good at being underfoot. You loved to try to trip me up. I will miss
coming home from college and have you waiting by the door like you were expecting me.
I will miss you waking me up by meowing and knocking on my door in the morning. I will
miss you walking on my shelves in my room knocking things off as you walk. Then you
would get up on my headboard and knock things off. I would wake up just long enough
to try to lift you off the headboard while I was still laying down. You would stretch
out your legs and you would be able to knock things off as I was trying to get you. I
will miss being able to cuddle with you, or having you on my bed sleeping. As I come
up the stairs I would see you and then go pet you. You always looked so peaceful. I
miss you getting in my lap and sleeping as I would sit in the chair watching TV. I
miss us racing around the house. As I would come up to your hiking spot you would jet
out of it and run to a new spot. I miss seeing you stretch out in front of the
fireplace. I miss you greeting me when I come home from a night on the town. I miss
it when I would walk up the driveway after getting the mail or newspaper and you would
run over then lay down so I could pet you. I miss seeing you sit up proud as could
be. I miss you jumping onto the counter as I would be brushing my teeth. You would
try to drink the fresh water pouring from the tap. I would turn on the tap in the
other sink so you could have your own water and I could have mine. You were a young
cat, only 15 years old, but you had a good life. You were loved by all of us. When
you were missing for two weeks after being hit by a car I looked for you, I distributed
hundreds of flyers and put up a lot of posters. We put adds in all the local
newspapers. Then, being the Stud Muffin that you are, you showed up on our deck
exactly 2 weeks to the day that you turned up missing. With your broken hip you
walked up out long driveway. You had lost almost half of you body weight and your
voice was really weak. We took you to the vet and he had to re-break your hip to
set it correctly. Then he put a pin in it so your hip would heal just right. Then
you and dad would sit in the chair together. You, Garfield, with your broken hip and
dad with his new artificial hip. That was a great sight. I know you helped each
other heal faster. At the old house I remember how you loved to play with the rings
from the milk jugs. Every time we would open a new milk up you would get the ring.
You would play with it until you lost it. When we moved to the new house we moved the
china cabinet that sat near the kitchen. We found about 50 of your rings that you
had lost.
I cried hard for you Garfield, and I know I will cry some more tears for you, Garfield. You are the cat I grew up with. You helped see me through really tough times, including the time after Dad died. I LOVE YOU GARFIELD.
Note: Two days ago I got word my Best Friend, Garfield, died in his sleep. I really miss him and I will never stop loving him.