I just want to tell everyone this story….a little over a week ago, my boyfriend and I were walking our dog Trixie late at night. As we passed by a house down the block, we heard a loud, high pitched meowing. There are tons of feral cats in this area, so I didn’t think much of it until my boyfriend said “Look! Look at how tiny he is!” and there on my neighbors porch was a tiny, orange kitten meowing to be let in. It was about 11:30 at night and all the lights were off in the house aside from the porch light that the little kitten was under. I figured he must have been the neighbor’s kitten since he seemed very serious about being let into the house, but he seemed so young to be outside on his own. I told my boyfriend that if he was still there in a day or two, I was going to pick him up and bring him to a shelter. Sure enough, the next afternoon I was walking Trixie past the house, and there he was. Laying in the sunlight, looking utterly defeated. So I knocked on the door and asked if the kitten belonged to them. He didn’t. They had found him days before under their son’s truck but they had two large, aggressive dogs so they couldn’t bring him inside. They had been leaving food out for him though. I told them I would take him. I started calling him Frankie Valli, because of how small he was in size but how big his voice was as he sang under the porch light. From the moment I brought him home I was in love. He was so grateful, he never stopped purring and snuggling into my neck. We bought him kitten food and got a litter box. We brought him to the ER vet and had him test for FIV and all the other usual kitten diseases. All negative. a healthy, 5 week old kitten. But we were warned that kittens under 8 weeks old without a mother were a high risk for what’s called Fading Kitten Syndrome and although they appear healthy, they may die suddenly.
We couldn’t keep Frankie because my boyfriend is allergic and Trixie wasn’t thrilled at the idea of a younger brother so I gave him to my step mother and my dad. They were also instantly in love, as were all their friends and my own. He was the sweetest,cutest love bug in the world. He was eating, and playing and even began to grow a little in the few days that my parents had him. I was so happy. I had saved this poor baby from what would have been a lonely death in the streets. I couldn’t wait for him to grow and really become part of a loving family.
Friday morning, my dad found little Frankie had passed away in his sleep. There was no evidence of why. He was perfectly fine. We are all heartbroken, even though we know there is nothing that could have been done. I just wanted to share Frankie’s story and thank everyone out there who has ever rescued an animal. They deserve love, and warmth and the feeling of having a family. Even if they are only with us for a short time. RIP Little Frankie. If love could have kept you alive, you’d have lived forever