|Birth: ||Jun., 1990|
|Death: ||Sep., 2004|
I recieved a wonderful little kitten from my then fiance in June of 1988. She was all of about 3 months old and very shy at first. Had the most beautiful stripes and just so cute. I named her Garfield, thinking that she was a he.....and even after I discovered my faux paus....decided that the name stuck. It took us a bit to get to know each other, but before too long, if i was lying on the floor watching tv, she would come up and curl up on my chest and purr and fall asleep. We were pretty much inseperable. And I ususally haven't done that with animals. A few months after I got her, I came home to discover that we could not find her anywhere and that my fiance had left the door open....my worst fear was that she had gotten out and run into the pasture next to my townhouse. She had gotten out before, but I was usually able to catch her fairly quick. I scoured the area and looked for two hours, just sick to my stomach....then I took a break and went upstairs where I heard a very faint meow. It seems that she was back to climbing into one of my dresser drawers and hiding, only she had gotten a bit bigger than the last time she did it and couldn't get out. I 'rescued' her and she never tried getting into my dresser again. Garfield moved with us over the years....we ended up moving a total of about 11 times. I ended up getting divorced and Garfield was like a savior...always there and ever good company. I eventually remarried and knew that I should have paid attention to what she was trying to tell me. My new wife didn't like my cat at all....and the feeling was mutual. Garfield went out of her way to avoid my wife and if my wife mad her mad....she took it out on my wife's clothes. The years go by and Garfield was starting to age a bit.....and my wife wanted her out of the house. I asked a friend of mine to keep her for awhile for me to see if she felt differently about everyone else. My best friend Rick had been battling cancer and needed some extra company, so he and Garfield kept each other company for about 8 months...I would visit as often as I could.
Garfield started acting strange...not eating, not drinking as much and Rick called me. Before I could go to see her, Rick said she left one day and never returned. Rick said he thought she knew she was going and went off to be inthe outdoors to spend her last moments....she had been born in the wild and wanted to go back out and die the same way. I know my cat missed me as much as I had missed her. I have felt guilty ever since. I have not ever owned another cat or dog since then until recently. After my last divorce, I figured I would never marry again....but fate had a laugh at that and said otherwise. I have two awsome daughters that always wanted a dog...so we adopted a dog from a family that had to get rid of their dog Shadow. Shadow loves the girls, but spends more time with me. Maybe it's time to let go of the guilt and let Garfield rest in peace...knowing that someday, I'll see her again...and maybe we can spend some more time just lying around with her on my chest. I love you Garfield.....I hope that you are enjoying running through the fields of Heaven.
Body lost or destroyed
Specifically: Left home..never to be seen again
Created by: Carl F. Johnson
Record added: Dec 11, 2011
Find A Grave Memorial# 81830075
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