'Standing before the Pretty Boy memorial he made with photographs and a vase of pink peonies, Mr. Dolengowski, too, conceded that the cat’s death had broken his heart.
“You get so hard living here,” he said in a gravelly, mournful voice. “But pets open up that heart center. There is something about the unconditional love; they clean the blues off of you.
“That’s their mission. That’s why a lot of New Yorkers have pets.”'
May Preedy Boy leeb een Peas.
Thank you for sharing the story of Pretty Boy, who must have been one of the greats of the cat universe... como tu! Twenty-two years old ...wow! The human said that one of the cats who came before me, Nigel Basil Ratbone, lived to be almost 21.
ReplyDeleteamen ta that, my brother. may we all rest and live in peece.
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Nice tribute, Hermano.
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