Frank Robinson

Frank was born to a feral little tiger cat. His father is believed to be a Siamese cat. We had him for 15 years which was not long enough. He had some health issues the last few years so he only ate canned food and was fed every 3-4 hours around the clock. It didn’t matter than we didn’t go on vacation or couldn’t be gone very long at a time unless our son could stop by and feed him. He was like our child. He was a house cat and we are struggling with his loss. The house is so empty. He is not at the door to greet us when we come home. He is not jumping on my lap and taking his paw to push my phone down so I will get up and feed him. He is not jumping in bed with me and ever so gently tapping me on my cheek to tell me he wants to be fed. There is just emptiness. We are elderly and we are not going to get another cat. Frank was our last pet and we will forever miss him.