In late 2008 I had a heart attack.  According to the doctors stress was a major factor in causing it. Little Frankie sensed that something was wrong, and suddenly started his own very special form of stress therapy and refused to leave my side.

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When I sat watching TV, Frankie would either be on my knee purring, or, on the seat at the side of me cuddling up to me.

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When I was in my office Frankie would be on my desk between my keyboard and monitor.

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If I was in the bathroom he would lay against the bathroom door until I came out.

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He loved rolling on his back so I could stroke his tummy.  He loved getting "nose to nose" with me and would very gently and carefully lick my nose and eyes. 

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When he wanted to be alone he would go behind the curtain and wrap himself in it.  After a while he would begin "snoring", although he didn't actually snore, it sounded more like a pigeon cooing, a noise which always made me smile.

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I recall the day there was a wildlife programme on TV. A flock of birds were on the ground and suddenly took off, flying away from the camera. Frankie leapt to his feet and charged behind the TV in hot pursuit, only to emerge moments later with a puzzled look on his face.

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