In December 2005 my dog passed away.  The house seemed empty.

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About a month later, one cold day in January 2006 a little white cat marched boldly through the door ........ and decided to stay.

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It was as if Frankie knew there was a "vacancy" that needed filling.

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He was pure white with startling blue eyes, and I quickly discovered that like many white blue eyed cats, he was deaf.

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He also had a scar on his chin which the vet later confirmed was where a broken jaw had been operated on at some point. He had only one canine tooth, and he had bronchitus, probably as a result of having had feline influenza at some time in his past.

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He was also very shy to begin with, and spent most of his time hiding in the dining room, but after a while he became more confident and very soon he was like my shadow, following me everywhere around the house.