As I wake up, I start the day as if any other. With a fresh cup of coffee, a good newspaper, and my best friend, Garfield. Ever since I was a small 6 year old toddler, he had been my friend. He helped me through all kinds of troubles.
My first crush...
My first kiss...
My first car...
The first time I wrecked a car...
He's been with me all these years. I couldn't imagine losing him.
But, that was before that day....
That fateful day.
I walked into the veterinarians office and sat down in the waiting room. I sat there, scared to move.
Suddenly, the door slowly opened and they called my name.
"Uh, yeah. That's me."
I stumbled forward as if in a daze. My mind, blank. My expression, devoid of emotion. I followed her to the end of the hall. That's when I saw him.
He was in even worse shape then I could have even imagined. It was the first time in my life I had seen him so skinny. His ribs looked as though they would burst free from his chest at any second. Part #1
@Switchblader, You're getting away with posting this because it's the nightshift, but I don't wanna watch garfield die
@Switchblader, His name is Jon, not John
@Switchblader, I'm not ready for these feels. Nope.
His eyes were glossed over. His chest slowly rising and falling. An almost automatic rhythm.
I couldn't stand to see him like this. I looked away.
The nurse connected a strange syringe to the I.V. And handed it to me. Before doing anything, I looked at my old friend and remembered all of the fun times we had had together. The shared laughs. The one sided conversations. All of the wonderful moments he had given me.
"So long," I choked, barely able to resist the incoming tears. I took one final breath as a injected the liquid into the I.V.
I grabbed my trench coat from the coat rack and fumbled awkwardly for my hat. I opened the door to the outside, as I caught a glimpse of a calendar out of the corner of my eye. The calendar read, September 7, 2015. I let a scoff escape my lips...
I hate Monday's.
@Switchblader, you didn't
@Hiskid, I did! 😉
@Switchblader, that was beautiful especially the ending
@Switchblader, how dare you?
I know this is a garfield comic, but I feel like this should be John and then he yells "ALVIIIIIN!"
What's with all the unfunny Garfield comics?
@the fork, I was wondering the same thing.
This concludes the Garfield update and don't exit
Let's hope his jammies don't get rustled
Doesn't matter had sex.