Garfield had a really rough start on his life. When him and his brother were born they couldn’t see. They were sick and we thought that they would die over night. They fought and fought hard. Finally they started coming around. Garfield never did like being alone. If he couldn’t find someone he would stand there and holler until someone would call his name. Then he would come running. He would always sleep on top of my head and groom my hair. Garfield got hit crossing the road. I truly miss my baby.