My sweet Frankie

Posted on March 10 2017

It’s been a tough week... we lost our sweet little Frankie last weekend. He passed away peacefully under our bed after a 4 1/2 month battle with intestinal lymphoma. He got sick out of nowhere and declined so fast. It’s hard to believe he’s actually gone.

Frankie was a feral living in our old neighborhood (Ferndale). My neighbor Sharon and I fed him every day for a year and a half. He was pretty fearful of people so neither of us could get close enough to pet him. I would sometimes go outside and talk to him hoping he would get comfortable with me and my voice. I felt a connection to him right away and told him many times that I loved him. I worried about him and would keep close tabs on him with my neighbor. So I was thrilled when Sharon was able to trap him. We took him to the vet, got his shots and had him neutered. For the next 7 months, we worked with Frankie in my bathroom and spare bedroom getting him to trust us - and getting us comfortable with him too. Our friend Santa who does cat rescue and my neighbor Sharon came over many, many, many times to help us work with him. We had never done this before and quite frankly, it was scarey at times. He’d try to bite us and hissed a lot at first and just hid behind the toilet. Every time, I thought to myself, “I don’t think I can do this”, or every time I would tell my neighbor that she might have to take him in instead, he would do something to show us that he was making progress. He ended up making incredible progress and quickly became part of our family. He and our other cat became fast friends always playing, wrestling, and grooming each other. Once his fear was gone, he showed us what a loving, sweet, little snuggle buns of a lapcat he really was.

Besides being so sweet, he was just a great cat in general... he was so laid back and mellow. He would wait patiently when it was feeding time and didn’t like to wake us up or bother us in any way. I always said he’s such a polite cat. Maybe it was because he was just so grateful to be in a loving home where he was taken care of and looked after. So it made sense to me that he went so peacefully last weekend... he was so quiet about it... he passed the night before our vet was going to come over and end his suffering. I was wrecked about having to make that decision for him, so I was so incredibly grateful that he went on his own terms and in his own way, with us... at home... knowing he was so loved.

We only had Frankie for a few years, but he brought so much love into our lives in that short time. He and our other cat have been my best buds. They keep me company working from home - they listen to (and put up) with my constant singing silly songs to them. They made me laugh just about every day. It's only been a few days, and I miss that little guy so much.

He was truly a blessing and I’m so grateful to have known and loved him. Thank you so much Frankie for coming to our porch a few years ago and for coming into our family. Thank you for loving us unconditionally... I so hope you felt the same... I've loved every second with you... I love you so much little baby dude.