One cold morning in November, while my 13-year-old son was delivering his newspapers, he found a stray cat and begged me, “Mom, please can we keep him. I promise I will pay for everything out of my paper route money.” I agreed, knowing how expensive it would be, given the fact that we already had one other cat and a dog. I couldn't bring myself to tell him no. He then came home with us and became a very special part of our family.

On Sept. 10, around 5 p.m. he got hit in front of our house on Van Anden by a lady in a blue Buick. My 9-year-old daughter and I and a few of her friends watched as you hit him and asked the neighbors, “was that a squirrel?” They told you no and you drove off, and didn't return. We watched him take his last breath, crying our hearts out.

For the record, his name was Pumpkin Roll. He was orange with swirls and he had a perfect shaped heart on his belly. At night, he slept under the covers next to our other cat, our dog and my daughter.

Pumpkin Roll now sleeps in our backyard under four feet of dirt, because thanks to you, you kept going and we couldn't afford to do anything else for Pumpkin Roll.

We hope you can sleep just as well as us tonight, and each and every other night. We are all heart broken. On behalf of me and my kids, we will pray for you - Not!

Sherry Stephenson, Devin, Erica and Bryant

Auburn