Mischa
Eleven years ago, we opened our front door and in walked this beautifully
elegant cat. I don't know how he arrived here or why he picked us, but I
have never been so fortunate as to have had the privilege of being the
companion of this little friend. Our bond was immediate and the
unconditional love was immeasurable. He was kind, cunning, intelligent and
beguiling and yet incredibly affectionate, sensitive, docile and strong.
Strong of heart and strong of mind.
Mischa's final years were met with a series of debilitating ailments, which
he battled back from in part from my commitment to his care but mostly due
to his desire to remain an active part of the family. His devotion to us was
unyielding and it perpetuated his healing through the illnesses that
eventually consumed his body.
To watch the world from his eyes was to find delight in most anything; from
the rustling of tissue paper to the breeze on his whiskers he made us see
that joy could be found in every moment without pretext or searching. Every
day with Mischa was a blessing. His presence enriched our lives and filled
our hearts. I would hug Mischa, he would purr effortlessly and hug me back
and all was right in the world, that was the remarkable power of my little
friend.
Hanya and Marc S.
