Bear with me on one more Frankie post, this is affecting me much more than when I had to put Lizard down 2 years ago. Probably partly due to the fact that I had Frankie to focus all my energy on back then, now there's no other kitty...it's just me and my memories. Naptime, bedtime and anytime I walk by my bedroom I expect for him to be there but he isn't.
I've dug up some photos from his younger years, pre-digital camera era. This first one is blurry but it's my absolute favorite of him. He's the grey one that is sitting directly on top of his brother:
Again, another blurry one. I love his little legs. He always had this bulldog type of walk with his stocky frame and short legs:
And finally, from his highwire days...walking along the top of the trellis on our 2nd floor balcony. Gave me a scare the first few times he did this but he was a very agile youngster:
I picked up his remains from the pet crematory today so in a sense he is finally back home, and forever in my heart.
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I've been away for a while so I missed all this.
I'm so sorry to hear about your loss. I just told Steve and he's quite sad as well. Hang in there. We're sending love your way.
Posted by: Richard Andreoli | September 15, 2008 at 02:00 PM