I can't believe our beloved Garfield has been gone for three months now. Almost every morning when I come home from work I expect to find him perched on some high place, the refrigerator for example. I expect to see him all stretched out with one big foot hanging carelessly. Even though we have other furbabies there's an emptyness that can never be filled. Oh how I miss his sweet face and his big old feet. I miss him reaching out and pawing at me as I walked by. I miss him always wanting attention just as I was having to leave for work. It almost made me late several times but I'm glad I took the time to pet him and talk to him. I know you are in a place where you are healthy and happy. A place where there's no sorrow and you can run and play endlessly. Still I can not think of you without crying. Good night sweet prince, may flights of angels carry thee to thy rest. We love and miss you more than mere words can express, for you were our "Big Ole Baby".
Mom & Dad
Garfield
1996-2005