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As he got older Frankie decided to "retire" and dedicated himself to finding comfortable places to snooze whilst always near me.

The desk in my office, my knee when I watched TV, and the chair nearest the fire, became his favourite spots. He also discovered the delights of ice cream and would sit on my knee watching carefully if I ate ice cream until I gave him some.

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On 13th August 2012 he followed his normal routine, enjoying being stroked and fussed, in between snoozing peacefully.  At about 6pm he suddenly had a stroke, the vet was called, and at 6.50pm he quietly slipped away, leaving a hole in my life that can never be filled.

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I believe that animals must go to heaven, because quite simply, without my little man it could never be heaven to me.  

In memory of Frankie.

The little cat with a big heart.

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