Dear Christine and Blue Bell supporters,

 

My wife and I want express our thanks for allowing us to have shared nearly 15 great years of our beloved Frank the cat.

 

Our story starts in 1993 after my wife and  two of our cats were in a major freeway accident. Frank was picked to replace one of our cats that was lost in the accident.

 

Frank looked like five other gray tabbies residing at Blue Bell. My wife was recouping from a broken neck. She requested me to go to bell and find one gray tabby male.

 

I walked around Blue Bell and did not see any gray tabbies we would adopt. I went in to the cottage and looked down at my feet. There was two gray tabbies one was grooming the other.

 

I was about to look in the other rooms when I stopped and pick up one of the gray tabbies. On his BB collar was Frank. That is my name too. I could not think of a better way to pick a replacement cat.

 

Frank was slow to adjust to our other tabby King. They often stalked each other. We hardly saw the new cat for several weeks. He slowly ignored King.

 

In my world cats can be trained to do almost everything a dog can learn. Frank learned right away never to step outside the threshold. In the years he let us in his world he never bit, scratch things or marked the house.

 

He followed us to Placentia where we lived last year. Two months ago we moved to Pahrump NV. He never liked riding in the car. As long as Annie was near him in the back seat he liked traveling. His one delight beside his evening threats was our performing circus dog Annie. They were inseparable. They ate together in the mornings.

 

The dog and cat would greet each other every morning. It is difficult to think of the years of joy he brought to our home. We miss him dearly and the dog wonders where his companion is?

 

We will find a new cat when we get over our grieving. I'm not expecting to find another Frank. There so many feline wanting homes that we will find one and spoil that feline.

 

I want to add please do not cry as we have shed many tears. My wife Mary and I want those who have compassion for animals to remember the joy they bring. Our lives are not going to change or will we allow depression to control us.

I'm positive Frank the gray tabby who must have been twenty years old is looking down at us from kitty heaven. He would not like us to stop functioning.

Sincerely, Frank and Mary Rosenberg Pahrump NV