Today, the East Village lost one of its mascots. Pretty Boy, a white cat who lived at Mikey's Pet Shop, passed away at age 22. Pretty Boy loved hair salons, so every day, he left Mikey's to walk down the sidewalk and visit Salon Seven, about 100 feet away. Before Salon Seven was in existence, Pretty Boy went to the next closest hair salon to the pet store on the block. At Salon Seven, he spent a few hours napping, drinking water and eating turkey and hanging out with the owner, Mark. He would come and go as he pleased, and every Monday when the salon was closed, he made the trip back and forth from the pet store in the hopes that it would open up. Cold temperatures and rain couldn't keep that cat away from Salon Seven and Mark.
Pretty Boy had had some health problems recently, and this past weekend he stopped eating his food. Mikey told me that Pretty Boy wanted to hold on until Tuesday, when Mark returned to the salon, and so he did. He died in Mark's arms at 2pm today. In classic fashion, I completely lost my shit when Mikey told me all this, but had to pull it together for a 3pm interview today. I'm going to miss him terribly. Rest in peace, Pretty Boy. The East Village lost a good friend.
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I'm crying.
This is such a beautiful and sad story.
I hope animals never die.
I just ran across your blog while looking for VL. I, too, am tearful. My cat Scamper is 25 years old and in good health. It is good to know that Pretty Boy waits over Rainbow Bridge to meet him. Thanks!
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