So Frank died.
He was a great cat. It was a sudden thing, with him getting sick and then being whisked away to the vet without me getting to see him.
I miss him because he would be on my bed right now, in my face, making that bird-like purring noise and rubbing the top of his head against my hands as I tried to type.
He used to climb into bed when we read books at night. Maybe he thought we were all coming to spend time with him?
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Frankie was the best! I used to call him Droolio because he'd drool all over you when he was really happy & you were petting him right! I am sorry he is gone but Frankie lived a very long & a full life. He had all of you & even all of us for a while before he moved to NH. He moved from NJ to NYC to rural NH -- he saw an awful lot of the world for a rescued cat! And he got to live with 3 little boys who loved him so much too, plus a beautiful cat brother & a large, protective dog brother. He may have started out an orphan but he became an integral part of a very large, mixed family. I know he loved every minute of his life.
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