Friday, October 17, 2008

Frankenstein “Frankie” Goldrick 2004 – 2008

Tuesday I had probably one of the worst days of my life. Ken called around noon to let me know Frankie didn’t have much longer, so I left work and bolted up to Appleton. When I got there the little boy was barely breathing. We brought him to the clinic and he was put down with me and Ken petting him. It was very peaceful, but completely devastating.

Ken found a tumor on Frankie about one year ago, and helped in the surgery to remove it over the holidays. About a month later, the tumor reappeared, along with many more. The lymphoma took over his little body, and only gave him four solid years with us. But they were most likely the four greatest years any kitty could ask for!

He spent his days chasing laser pointers, popcorn seeds, and tin foil balls. He drank from the water faucet and would never let anybody shower alone. Although very macho with his 9 foot leaps on the wall, he had quite the sissy squeek… never really learned to meow. My favorite moments with him were when he would crawl under the blanket with me at night, and I would wrap my arms around him, and he put his paws around me.

Many may read this and think, “my god Shana, it’s just a cat,” after a few choice words, I would need to explain that to some, cats are like children. Animals are amazing because they ALWAYS love you. No matter how bad your day was, that pet will be waiting for you to make you smile. I will NEVER forget the smiles Frankenstein brought. He was the best kitty anybody could ask for. I miss my little boy.


Anonymous Kristen said...


Sorry to hear about Frankie.


10/26/2008 3:58 PM  

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