Frankie Weiss and Her Magic

Epilogue without a prologue

The clerks in the office offered their condolences as I paid my bill and opened the door to leave the building. One woman who was sitting outside with her dog, waiting her turn, asked me how I made out with Johnnie upon seeing the empty cage I was carrying, not replying, I pointed with my thumb in a downward position. The look of shock upon this woman’s face more than confirmed the love that the human race has for their four-legged pets.

Getting into my car, I had to be careful while driving back home to Frankie with the empty cage in the trunk of the car. Whenever the cats were in the carrier it always was on the seat next to me. My tears had stopped and my mind was numb until I came upstairs and was greeted by Frankie who knew something was amiss by the look on my face as I took the now, empty carrier into the little den. She could sense it… the tears began again, and my voice cracked as I told her Johnnie was gone.

It was not easy for a man living nine years with two cats and who would be 91 years of age in exactly two weeks from this terrible day in his life. Now my main concern was Frankie…how would she react to the loss of Johnnie, her friend and companion for all these years?

No human could get into Frankie’s head or mind…but by her actions I could tell…for three days straight, she searched the house from room to room looking for Johnnie…Frankie hardly touched her food for a few days. Finally, hunger took over, as well as self-preservation, and she was eating again. The pet carrier was now verboten in her mind; she would not go near it. Strangely, she considered this carrier her second home. But, leaving the house with Johnnie in the carrier and returning with it empty was cause enough for Frankie not to rest and sleep in it as she has done so often in the past.

Frankie’s Mr. Mom now became her main concern; she knew when I put on my jacket I was leaving her and the house. She would not accompany me downstairs to the first floor. Hitting the button to open the automatic garage door, I entered my car drove out of the garage, and clicked the garage door closing button.

Her reaction to my returning home is truly incredible…entering the driveway and clicking the button to open the garage door…Frankie, hearing the door open, will rush downstairs and lay down on the carpet in front of the laundry wash basin waiting for me to come in the door alongside the garage. She cannot wait for me to fondle her; raising her pretty head and searching out my presence as I lock the door…impatient for my touch…she is now deliriously happy in her actions as my hand touches her beautiful soft belly and face. No longer is Frankie alone.

The bond between human and feline is amazing…I am her entire world; Frankie is a large part of mine. With the loss of Johnnie…we now need each other…more than ever.

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