Some called him fat, I preferred to think of him as big-boned.
If he wore clothes, he would of shopped at Men's Big & Tall.
He was so big he would drink water from his bowl lying down.
When he jumped over the kids safety gate, we would all jump up
thinking a shelf of books had fallen over.
But that didn't stop him from being a good hunter.
He kept many a mole and mouse out of our garden in the past few summers.
We'll miss you Frankie.