Our little Frankie crossed the Rainbow Bridge :(
We have no idea how old she was. When we adopted her about 11 years ago, the RSPCA said she was around 4 years old, and the vet said she was 2 - so she was probably around 15, even though she looked like a kitten.
When we adopted her, she was in a bad way - I didn’t want to know the story, but she’d just had a litter of kittens (who were all adopted), and she had injured herself, and had many operations over about 5 months. No, we had no idea why RSPCA spent that much time and money on a tabby - but she ended up being on their calendar that year, and the volunteers were very emotional when we took her home.
She was a bit of a bitch - sassy, funny, cheeky, smart, in charge of everyone. Right up to the end, she was hitting Tessa across the face (she wasn’t going to let a big dog boss her around!), trying to steal peanut butter, and generally being bossy.
But after the last 12 months of her suffering from IBS, we had to make a difficult decision. I’m grateful Anita is tougher than me, I just sat in the car and cried.
Thanks Frankie for being a great kitty, for contributing to our chaotic household - who’s in charge now you’re gone?
And if you’ve read this far, all I’m going to say is … adopt don’t shop, please rescue! There are so many out there xx
Main image: ‘Frankie’ tapestry, 2014ish