He’s gone now.
Pretty sudden… a heart attack…?… he was perched on top of me this morning, as he often did, and visited me in the bathroom, bumping up against me this morning as I was getting ready for work… and then went into my room, & I heard a weird miaow, like he makes sometimes when he’s being silly, & I looked in & he was lying on the bed in a silly cat-drama way, or so I thought, and I went to give him some love, and he was just twitching a bit… possibly aware I was there… & then his life left him. I loved him so much.
The rest of this post is a reprise of one I wrote about him in early 2010. There’s more about his namesake, the Finnish epic hero Väinämöinen, here.
Rest in peace, my sweet fuzzy-wuzz.
I’m too tired to write much, so I’ll make this a cat post instead.
Väinämöinen, or Vai for short, was named after the Väinämöinen of the Kalevala, the Finnish national epic, who was a creator figure & a tietäjä, or man of knowledge — the Finnish word for what in Siberian cultures would be called a shaman.
This painting is called “The Defense of the Sampo” by the Finnish artist Akseli Gallen-Kallela. Väinämöinen is the whitebearded guy on the left.
This Väinämöinen is a really cool cat. He also has the power to occasionally & temporarily give me a really fat porno mustache so that I bear an uncanny resemblance to Admiral Adama at the beginning of Season 3 of Battlestar Galactica. Don’tcha think?
Like all cats, he likes hanging out in weird places that he doesn’t consider weird at all, like my laundry basket.
He also enjoys the back of my couch. Here, he was watching me sitting at my computer desk.
He finds it irritating when the dog looks at him. Sweetheart continually fails to understand that it is blasphemy for a mere Evil Dog from Hell to gaze upon the countenance, or even just the back fur, of His Lordship. That’s what was happening in this shot.
Here’s a slideshow of all the photos of him I’ve uploaded to my Flickr photostream.
I’m so sorry for your loss. I don’t have any words to make it better for you except that your Vai left this world on his own terms and you did not have to make that decision for him. We’ve had only one of our many furry friends leave on her own and there was peace for us knowing that it was her time and her heart just gave out. No drama, no vet visits, just a fine animal passing when the time came.
Always be thankful that there was no suffering, but that doesn’t ease your heartache.
*hugs*
Oh, what a sweetie, you can see his personality in the pictures. I’m so sorry. I’ve lost two black cats in the last few years, one on his own and one I had to put to sleep. I wish every day I’d been with the first one when he passed away. I know it’s hard to see now, but you’re lucky you were there with him. Best wishes.
One of the first things to happen to me in my dotage is that my mind, once a very trustworthy ally, has started filing anything even remotely similar in the same crevice. So everything has its doppleganger(s) now. Robert DeNiro and Al Pacino, Meryl Streep and Glenn Close, rutabagas and turnips. Vai certainly has his doppleganger here in my world. A big beautiful old black cat named Frank, currently pestered by a friendly black lab puppy (who may be giving him the evil eye when we’re not looking, but I doubt it) into becoming a permanent fixture on the top of the armoire. Just looking at your pictures makes me smile. It is clear how much you mean to each other. I don’t know why some manufacturer hasn’t made window shades with a pop off section on the right side for that darned cat window we all end up with. We’ve got on just like yours. Thank you for posting the beautiful photos of Vai. It is always hard to lose such a friend. KJ
It is so hard to lose our dear friends. My heart aches for you.
So sad. I am so sorry for your lost. What a beautiful cat … but then they all are, aren’t they; they just have their own personalities. Cherish these memories and let them surround you with warming love. Namaste.
I am sooo sorry about your loss!
When our bunny died after 11 1/2 years, someone sent me the below story/poem, and it helped me a lot. I hope it will help you too! {{{HUGGGZZZ}}}
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THE RAINBOW BRIDGE
There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called the Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors. Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge, there is a land of meadows, hills and valleys with lush green grass.
When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place. There is always food and water and warm spring weather. The old and frail animals are young again. Those who are maimed are made whole again. They play all day with each other.
There is only one thing missing. They are not with their special person who loved them on Earth. So, each day they run and play until the day comes when one suddenly looks up! The nose twitches. The ears are up. The eyes are staring. And this one suddenly runs from the group.
You have been seen, and when you and your special friend meet, you take her in your arms and embrace. Your face is kissed again and again and again, and you look once more into the eyes of your trusted pet.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated.
“For I am possessed of a cat,
Surpassing in beauty,
From whom I take occasion
To bless Almighty God.”
Christopher Smart
Your Vai is beautiful. He called you and I glad you had the opportunity to give him love.
So sorry. Vai looks like a twin of our Poddy who is a shaman in his own right. They are precious.
I’m glad he didn’t suffer or get hit by a car. It’s so hard to lose our four-legged friends. After all, they are family. I’m truly sorry for your loss.
I am so sorry for your loss…. and I look at your precious pictures and realize I have his twin sister sitting here on my lap… right down to the chin and half white front paws… wow…. they are identical….
My heart is aching for you, what a handsome and interesting boy who shared your world. Tho they leave our sight, they remain always in our hearts and soul. It would have been a far better scheme that they were given 50 year life spans for they’re always gone far too soon. So sorry for your loss.
So sorry for your loss. Vai was a beautiful cat. His formal Tuxedo fur made him look so regal in the photos. It is hard on us because we only have our animal children for a short time. Their loss helps us to remember that life is short.
I am so sorry that you have lost Vai. You have written a beautiful post about him and I hope you find comfort that you were there with him. Hugs.
Great cats I’ve known:
Vai: Hero extrodinary, bearer of a noble name and proud heritage.
Smokey: He was old when I met him, but he was a healer cat, He’d sit on my chest when I was in pain and take the pain away. Smokey was a natural born Daddy to little kittens. He loved them.
Harry: A Maine Coon, born with kidney and liver issues that required a special diet. You wouldn’t known it; he was greased lightening when he wanted to be. A locked door was no barrier to Harry. He could unlock and open anything!
Louisville Beaureguard: The essence of a Southern gentleman. He loved the ladies and gents both, if you know what I mean!
Kit Kat: Just a bundle of love and purring during a pet….
Blue: A Russian Blue that I grew up with as a child. She do anything for a carrot!
I loved them all. Rest in peace…loves.
I am very sorry for the loss of your beloved baby. When my 13 YO cat died, I bought an orchid and put her collar with it. Orchids were her favorite thing to play with, so I had to keep them on the mantel to keep them away from her paws. She played with 11 of them to their deaths until I gave up in my small NYC apartment. On this coast, her orchid has re bloomed, and I see that plant from my bedroom, the kitchen, dining room, living room and upstairs to remind me of what a special cat she was. Her sister is still with me at 14, but is obsessed with chives, not orchids.
See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypertrophic_cardiomyopathy which may provide some answers. Our friend Sam died in April (not quite over it yet) in almost the same circumstances. This malady was discovered only a couple of years ago and is apparently more common than previously realised. My heartfelt sympathy.
Forgot to say: cats are discussed about halfway down the page.
I only discovered your blog last night, but I wound up spending HOURS reading some of your informative and extremely well-written posts, like Todd’s Deposition, the Spread Sheet saga, and a few others.
It finally got so late I saved the link, intending to come back tonight.
But now, on returning, to read such sad news …
Let’s just say that whoever writes a book called “What To Say When Nothing You Say Can Ease Someone’s Grief” will deserve the millions it will make.
One morning, after three months of slow kidney failure, my Siamese* did something he’d never done in the 18 years we’d been together. He walked slowly into the bathroom while I was drying my hair, painfully hopped onto the closed toilet lid and just sat there looking at me.
I realized instantly he was saying goodbye, so I sat down on the floor next to him and, looking into his magnificent blue eyes while mine quickly reddened, we spent the next 5 minutes in silent, motionless farewell.
Finally, we pressed our heads together for a long moment, then straightened up as if on cue. One final glance, and as I stood up he eased his way to the floor and went to lie down for the last time.
If I tried to describe how hard I cried, I’d only pick up where I left off.
I tell you all this because of something my wise Jewish ex-mother-in-law once said to me during one of her weekly phone calls.
After complaining that I was in the middle of cleaning up the inch-deep mess caused by the washing machine overlowing into the cat box, she responded that it was raining AND snowing at the same time where she was (Long Island).
With more edge in my voice than an attempt to commiserate deserves, I asked her why (the hell) hearing about her troubles would make me feel any better.
She responded with a question: “What makes a hunchback happy ?”
“I don’t know,” I sighed. “What makes a hunchback happy ?”
“Meeting another hunchback,” she replied.
Meaning: only those who’ve lived your pain can understand its depths.
Despite only knowing you from what I read here less than 24 hours ago, I’m very, very sorry to hear of your loss.
I wish you well, and thanks again for your wonderful and enlightening blog.
Best,
Quasimodo
*His name was Kai, and he was so incredibly smart that if you asked him “Who was the founding father of the People’s Republic of China ?” he’d immediately answer “Mao !”
I’m sorry for your loss. I’m reminded of my Pau, gone not quite two years now. I admired his authenticity and engagement with life, and strove to live up to his unconditional trust.
This is your Pau – what a great cat
Enjoy your Pau and love him like that
Groove with the rhythm, bopping down the block
move his paws and tail as he go hip-hop
Purr at the neighbor, purr at the sky
Life is a blessing – why ask why
Energy moving his fur and bones –
This is his life – this is his home
Something good happen – maybe soon
Maybe next week – maybe next June
Count all your blessings – let go of strife
This is your Pau – treasure his life.
mistah charley, ph.d. —
That’s the most exquisite poetic memorial of a departed feline family member I have ever read, and if it hasn’t already been set to music, it should be.
Thank you for posting it.
Aw, Mel. I’m so sad to learn of your terrible loss. What a beautiful little sweetheart Vai was. He was blessed to be so greatly loved by you for all those years that you were his mom.
I’m struck by the way that Vai called out to you with his last breath and gave you the opportunity to love him in his last moments. To me, it seems like a blessed gift for each of you–you to comfort Vai and be there for him, and him to share his last moments saying good-bye to the single person he loved the most in the world.
My sincere condolences to you as you grieve his passing.
I’m so very sorry for your loss Mel. I know the pain you’re feeling now. It won’t ever go away completely but it will lessen with time. I love the Rainbow bridge post & hold to that belief.
I lost my baby Snug when he was twenty one. I was so lucky to have had him that long. He was just wasting away, but retained his wonderful spirit. The vet recommended that I put him down, but he wasn’t in pain & I just couldn’t then. I told Snug to let me know when it was time. One morning, I awoke to him sitting by me, patting my cheek & knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was telling me he was ready. We sat with him lying cradled on my chest while waiting for a close friend to come get us for the final trip to the vet. I couldn’t see to drive, the tears were flowing so heavily. The Vet was wonderful, even gave him a soft, sheepskin pillow to lie on in my lap while he went peacefully to sleep. My heart was broken, I still miss him. It took me over three years before I could even think of getting another cat. I now have two wonderful crazy kitteh twin brothers who keep me alternately laughing & tearing my hair out. More laughing though. 🙂
You were so lucky to be there with Vai when he passed. Somehow it helps to know you were with him in his final moments. He was such a beautiful baby. I’m sending you many hugs.
So sorry about your loss Mel, each cat has a unique personality and leaves a empty spot in our lives when they go. I have the ashes of all of my pets and plan to have a garden dedicated to my animal companions to spread them in some day.