Mischa came into my life 12 years ago, as a 2-year-old stray. A friend found her, freezing and hungry, in a Brooklyn parking lot. I adopted her after she was “turned down” by others who wanted a kitten. I’m ever thankful for that turn of events. She was a great comfort, especially during the months after September 11, 2001. Our pets have a sixth, seventh and eight sense . . . they know when we need them most. I lost Mischa to cancer on May 1 of this year. I’m still stunned by the void in my life. At night I hear phantom paw sounds, and if I know my Mischa, she’s comforting me from afar. I will always cherish the 12 years she lived here and made his house a home. Thank you, Mischa and sweet dreams!

— Liz from New York, NY