Me feral, Franky, has gone to the Rainbow Bridge. I will miss him. I am glad he felt safe enough to hang out close to us and that he knew a little bit of love in the time we knew him and had plenty of food and a cozy bed on the front porch to sleep in. He would let me pet him sometimes and chin rubs were his favorite thing. He was old and deaf and battle scarred but he was beautiful to me. I wished I had done more for him. I will miss you, Franky. See you at the Rainbow Bridge.