It’s foolish of me to talk to you like this, Jon. I am infinite; I know there’s nothing after death.
I want to believe I’m mistaken, that maybe the wind rustling the moonlit grass is your response from beyond, but I must face the truth. The chilly breeze is but the dying whisper of an empty Earth. Like the rest of mankind, you are gone.
Your dog found Pookie today. I thought you’d like that. God, the memories flooded back when I laid eyes on it. Who knew a stuffed bear, torn, tattered, and inked with blood and dust, would prove so effective a time capsule for our years spent together?
He misses you. I protect Odie the best I can, but I think he knows his comfort is an illusion. Somehow, despite my efforts, he always finds his way back to your headstone. I won’t call it a grave, Jon. I know better, and I’m grateful Odie wasn’t there when it happened. He doesn’t realize there was nothing left to bury.
I had no choice my dearest friend, at least that’s what I tell myself. You came closer to destroying me than any before. Now, I almost wish you had succeeded. What good are the endless eons without a worthy companion to share them with? I’ve witnessed the rise of empires and will linger long after the last falls to dust. None of the others who preceded you meant a thing to me, and I suspect no human ever will again. Believe it or not, I miss your voice and would tear the stars from the heavens if it meant hearing you shout one more time. I long for your Lasagna and even those trips to the vet I protested. You meant well Jon, and I miss the smile you flashed when you knew others realized that.
Don’t worry about Odie, I’ll keep him out of trouble. Inevitably he’ll join you in the void and I’ll be alone until the next cycle. There will be innumerable others to come, but none will ever replace the one we shared.
I guess that’s why I’m here, sitting in a silent graveyard with only a dumb dog and a silly bear for company. Too late have I realized what you meant to me. For what it’s worth, I’m glad to have known you, Jonathan Arbuckle. If the next civilization does not remember your name, know that I always will. If you can hear me, I ask your forgiveness.
I dug into the deepest crevices of my memory to remember Garfield’s voice so I could read that monologue to full effect. Hats off, OP, this is one of the best ones I’ve seen.
Oh my god, I love this. This is so much better than some random eldritch horror that just wants to terrify Jon. This is... brilliant. This is my new Garfield headcanon.
fallen_guardian2 on July 21st, 2019 at 12:16 UTC »
DUMB DOG AND SILLY BEAR
It’s foolish of me to talk to you like this, Jon. I am infinite; I know there’s nothing after death.
I want to believe I’m mistaken, that maybe the wind rustling the moonlit grass is your response from beyond, but I must face the truth. The chilly breeze is but the dying whisper of an empty Earth. Like the rest of mankind, you are gone.
Your dog found Pookie today. I thought you’d like that. God, the memories flooded back when I laid eyes on it. Who knew a stuffed bear, torn, tattered, and inked with blood and dust, would prove so effective a time capsule for our years spent together?
He misses you. I protect Odie the best I can, but I think he knows his comfort is an illusion. Somehow, despite my efforts, he always finds his way back to your headstone. I won’t call it a grave, Jon. I know better, and I’m grateful Odie wasn’t there when it happened. He doesn’t realize there was nothing left to bury.
I had no choice my dearest friend, at least that’s what I tell myself. You came closer to destroying me than any before. Now, I almost wish you had succeeded. What good are the endless eons without a worthy companion to share them with? I’ve witnessed the rise of empires and will linger long after the last falls to dust. None of the others who preceded you meant a thing to me, and I suspect no human ever will again. Believe it or not, I miss your voice and would tear the stars from the heavens if it meant hearing you shout one more time. I long for your Lasagna and even those trips to the vet I protested. You meant well Jon, and I miss the smile you flashed when you knew others realized that.
Don’t worry about Odie, I’ll keep him out of trouble. Inevitably he’ll join you in the void and I’ll be alone until the next cycle. There will be innumerable others to come, but none will ever replace the one we shared.
I guess that’s why I’m here, sitting in a silent graveyard with only a dumb dog and a silly bear for company. Too late have I realized what you meant to me. For what it’s worth, I’m glad to have known you, Jonathan Arbuckle. If the next civilization does not remember your name, know that I always will. If you can hear me, I ask your forgiveness.
I’m sorry, Jon.
bliffskit on July 21st, 2019 at 12:53 UTC »
I dug into the deepest crevices of my memory to remember Garfield’s voice so I could read that monologue to full effect. Hats off, OP, this is one of the best ones I’ve seen.
penguins_xxx on July 21st, 2019 at 13:21 UTC »
Oh my god, I love this. This is so much better than some random eldritch horror that just wants to terrify Jon. This is... brilliant. This is my new Garfield headcanon.