I, Frimousse aka ‘sweet little face’, was looking for a home. I had tried, unsuccessfully, the neighbours’ house. So I entered my Masters’ and since then I have shared their lives. Always in great shape, either in the cold of the winter in my garden, or by the stove, or in the shade of my raspberry bush in the heat of the summer. My strange behavior and my health have worried my Masters. They have feared a serious disorder. They hope I’ll share their lives for many more years.
Sadly, another disease – cancer – defeated our gentle Frimousse. He died at his doctor on Monday, April 10th, 2017, with our most affectionate caresses.