My name is Garfield. Today is the day I got sicki and couldn't breathe. I know I'll be missed by family and by friends, cause I died today my family weeps with sorrows and with tears. They were there for me all through the week I did not eat. They were there for me to say goodbye as I drew in my last breath and I lay there motionless unable to move unable to breathe. A burst of tears trickled down my family's faces, my best friend could no longer look at me, for he too felt the pain of all the rest. As they get ready to put me in the ground they say their last goodbyes, and in the hole I go. It gets darker and darker as they fill the hole with dirt. I do not wish for them to weep or feel pain any longer, for my mother lies next to me in a grave all her own We are at peace, no more sorrows and no more tears.