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My Dear Sweet Garfy,
It happened 12 years ago yesterday at 3:30 am. I will never forget it. A part of me died with you.
Months before I even knew you were sick, something weird kept happening which I still don't understand. I kept seeing the numbers 111 everywhere - on license tags, billboards, telephone numbers, or my total $ due at the drive up, looking at the clock right at 1:11pm or am, etc, etc. Everywhere, all the time. I'm not sure I understand even now, but those numbers - which had no meaning to me - haunted me and angered me every time they appeared, with perplexing frequency. What did it mean? I don't even believe in such things.
Then I found that hard lump on your belly. I hoped and prayed for a miracle. How foolish of me. You had surgery, prognosis was poor, but then you seemed to be on the mend. I so hoped! Maybe God heard my prayers? There were ups and downs, but sadly I saw a gradual decline. It was breaking my heart. I hoped against hope that this wasn't happening, but I knew deep down I was on death watch. Life was miserable. Going to work was torture because I wanted to be home with you, but I had to work.
Then one evening in January 2004 at about 9pm, I came home from work and searched for you. When I found you hiding in your carrier, I knew this was it. You were down to your final hours.
It was then that it hit me - hard.....it was January 10, the last few hours of the day and would soon be 1/11. Again, again, AGAIN! I was angry and scared. What did all this mean? Why was this happening to me? Before, those numbers were random and meaningless. Now it had meaning.
Several hours later, at 3:30am January 11 you passed away. I raced to get you to the Emergency Vet, but I was too late.
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Garfy, I'm so so sorry for all I did wrong. Please forgive me! I waited too long in hopes of a miracle that never came. I believed there was a God who cared enough to intervene, foolishly, at your expense. Now I have learned better. Then, I wanted you to have every chance. But it wasn't meant to be. I had you for 10 1/2 years and, no, that was not long enough! How could it ever be?
Rest in peace sweet boy. I miss you so much!
5/8/1993 ~ 1/11/2004
It happened 12 years ago yesterday at 3:30 am. I will never forget it. A part of me died with you.
Months before I even knew you were sick, something weird kept happening which I still don't understand. I kept seeing the numbers 111 everywhere - on license tags, billboards, telephone numbers, or my total $ due at the drive up, looking at the clock right at 1:11pm or am, etc, etc. Everywhere, all the time. I'm not sure I understand even now, but those numbers - which had no meaning to me - haunted me and angered me every time they appeared, with perplexing frequency. What did it mean? I don't even believe in such things.
Then I found that hard lump on your belly. I hoped and prayed for a miracle. How foolish of me. You had surgery, prognosis was poor, but then you seemed to be on the mend. I so hoped! Maybe God heard my prayers? There were ups and downs, but sadly I saw a gradual decline. It was breaking my heart. I hoped against hope that this wasn't happening, but I knew deep down I was on death watch. Life was miserable. Going to work was torture because I wanted to be home with you, but I had to work.
Then one evening in January 2004 at about 9pm, I came home from work and searched for you. When I found you hiding in your carrier, I knew this was it. You were down to your final hours.
It was then that it hit me - hard.....it was January 10, the last few hours of the day and would soon be 1/11. Again, again, AGAIN! I was angry and scared. What did all this mean? Why was this happening to me? Before, those numbers were random and meaningless. Now it had meaning.
Several hours later, at 3:30am January 11 you passed away. I raced to get you to the Emergency Vet, but I was too late.
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Garfy, I'm so so sorry for all I did wrong. Please forgive me! I waited too long in hopes of a miracle that never came. I believed there was a God who cared enough to intervene, foolishly, at your expense. Now I have learned better. Then, I wanted you to have every chance. But it wasn't meant to be. I had you for 10 1/2 years and, no, that was not long enough! How could it ever be?
Rest in peace sweet boy. I miss you so much!
5/8/1993 ~ 1/11/2004