The last act of kindness for a true friend

This is a eulogy, I guess, but also therapy for a grieving pet owner, so please bear with me.

We first encountered our companion at an animal shelter in Virginia. She was a gray and tan kitten with white socks and bib, and she was staring solemnly at us from her cage, while her brother frolicked madly around her. My then-fiancé was drawn to the more active tom, but I was struck by the little female’s steady gaze. After a bit of discussion, we agreed to adopt her, signed some papers, and headed for home. Little did we know that she would become an indispensable part of our lives for the next 18 years, inextricably bound up in life’s events, and hopelessly entwined in our hearts. We named her Viralata (Vira, for short), a Portuguese slang word that loosely means “street person” or even “stray cat”, and literally translates as “can turner”.

She was lonely at first, as most kittens are when separated from their litters. She mewed piteously at night at first, until my future wife had the inspiration to place her on my pillow, where she quickly curled up in my hair, purring and content. It was an odd sensation, to say the least. For the next week, she either slept there, or curled up in my chest hair. At night, I would wake up and carefully roll to the other side, and she would quickly march up over my head, down the other side, and resume her place in the world.

Life moved quickly from that point on, as we were in the Foreign Service. Our orders came for assignment to Portugal, and off the three of us went on the first of many journeys together. Subsequent to that, we moved to Mali, where Vira had great fun catching geckos (or at least their tails), and onward to Uganda. She took it all in stride, becoming a stalwart traveler and the key element to making any house we lived in a home. After Africa, we decided to leave the government, and we moved to Alaska, where for the first time Vira was alone during the day. Prior to that, there had been housekeepers to keep her company. When we came home from work, we could hear her vocalizing before we even opened the door. There she’d be at the top of the steps, arching her back and rubbing herself against the walls, delirious with joy at seeing us again. Oddly enough, if there was a phone message waiting, she would start “talking” as soon as we got to the top of the stairs. Whenever she did this, there was invariably a message on the machine.

We retired bought our first RV in Alaska and began making trips every summer. Surprisingly, Vira was always interested in the places we stopped, perching on the table or on the bed and gazing at the goings-on outdoors, sniffing at the scent of pine and animal smells. When we retired and took a five month RV trip across country, she was as content living that way as she was in much larger quarters, just happy to be with her litter-mates. She was about 16 years old by then and had developed a thyroid condition, but otherwise was the healthiest pet I’ve ever had.

We found a house in Portland a couple of years ago, and once again settled into our routines. Vira continued to be the heart of our home and a joy in our lives. She gradually lost her hearing, but otherwise stayed healthy and active, playing her favorite game of “I’ll jump up on the bed and you throw the sheet over my head and make menacing gestures. I’ll pretend to be really pissed off and lunge at your hand and meow in mock outrage until we’re both tired of playing.”

A few months ago, we noticed that Vira wasn’t eating as much. She gradually started losing weight, but we thought perhaps it was a function of age. Her blood work from the vet didn’t indicate any problems other than the usual thyroid and blood pressure issues that were medicated. Then she stopped showing any interest in food altogether and began losing weight in earnest. Never a large cat, she dropped from about nine pounds to under seven, which concerned us. The vet hydrated her and put her on anti-nausea meds to keep her from vomiting. Still, she continued to be off her food and continued to lose weight, eventually going down to about four and a half pounds. At this point, we were frantic. We knew she must be getting ready to leave us, but we couldn’t understand what was wrong.

It was at this point that the vet discovered a mass in her throat. Cancer, she said; aggressive. Maybe another month, she said. I can give you pain meds to help, but she won’t recover, she said. Devastated, we returned home. She remained bright-eyed and active, able to jump up on the bed even with her greatly reduced muscle mass, willing to initiate some play and to contentedly perch in our laps in the evening. She loved to sit on the deck in the sun and soak up the warmth. Her appetite inexplicably returned, a cruelly false flicker of hope for us, but it stabilized her weight, however temporarily. Always meticulous in her grooming, her fur became matted with the wet food, and we had to help her stay clean, as she just couldn’t keep up with it. Still and all, she seemed stable.

Then on Saturday (July 16) she took a sudden nosedive. The energy just seemed to suddenly drain out of her. She would walk a few paces, then lie down and rest, then continue her journey a bit more. During the night, she didn’t come to our bed, and in the morning we found her sleeping next to her water dish, unable to drink. One look at her eyes told us it was time to part with our sweet friend; to repay her steadfast friendship and devotion with one last act of kindness. The vet came on Sunday and Vira was at peace at last.

Tears stream down my face as I write this. There is a giant kitty-shaped hole in our hearts and we are seemingly unable to cope with this loss. Eighteen years of memories and companionship, her placid nature and unwavering devotion a balm in the worst of times. We will have to move forward, but it seems the pain will go on in some measure for the rest of our lives. I have never been so sad.

I’m crying for you. I’m very sorry for your great loss.

I am truly sorry for your loss.

I am so sorry. What a beautiful tribute to a well-loved kitty.

I’m so sorry. What a great kitty, and how lucky you were to have each other.

StG

I am so sorry for your loss. You have my most sincere condolences.

I am so very sorry.

I am so sorry for your loss. It hurts to lose a dear friend.

What touching words you wrote. :frowning: Vira had a wonderful life with you. I am so sorry for your loss. lots of sniffles

What a good kitty. I have a kitty who sounds like she is the same kind as Vira - grey and peach with white paws and bib. She’s mostly been a calm, easygoing kitty, too. And she always has to lie on my chest for a while before going off to sleep, too.

I’m sorry for your loss, too.

Damn, Chefguy. You mentioned this in passing in another thread–only just a day after you’d said goodbye–and I remember being surprised.

What a happy life the three of you have led! I got my first cats in much the same way–the fiance really picked them out, and wow! what great animals they were.

Whenever I’ve lost a beloved pet, the outpouring of understanding and condolences from total-strangers-who-love-their-pets was a huge comfort. There are so many of us who have been and will again and again find ourselves in the unbelievable sorrow you’re in now. Please let that comfort you.

KNT

I am so sorry.

I am so very sorry for your loss. Thank you for sharing your memories with us. Your tribute is so obviously filled with love.

The only comfort I can offer is the trite information regarding the passage of time.

As with all cats, she had a unique and quirky personality. She loved to lie on her back and view the world from a skewed perspective. She even liked to be held upside down with her head hanging down, while being carried around the house. I think it amused her. She loved to stare at the Christmas tree lights and seemed to take pleasure from it. For the first three years, she picked out a soft toy-like ornament from the tree, pulled it down and played with it for months. She loved to have her nose rubbed right between her eyes, and I obliged her every time I walked by.

I know this sounds woo-woo, and I really have no beliefs in afterlife or ESP or any of that nonsense, but from the very first, I felt a connection on some level with my mother, who had passed away in 1991 (Vira was born in 1992). My mother was a real cat person and it seemed like Vira was channeling her in some way. Perhaps it’s because I never really grieved for my mother or some such psychobabble nonsense.

I’ve lived with, and lost, many animals over the years. It’s always hard to say goodbye, and hardest of all in the case of special favorites. I think the hardest I’ve ever cried in my life, so far, was for a cat, one particular cat, and I’m not even a “cat person.” My sympathies are with you & yours.

It was another friend whose loss, years ago now, changed our lives permanently, because we began volunteering and participating in animal causes. It’s a way to give a little back in memory of all they’ve given us.

I’ve been thinking about volunteering at the local SPCA to help ease things. It will be some time before we’re ready for another pet. It’s always a mistake to try to replace a beloved animal right away, because the expectations will never be met. My opinion, anyway.

I’m sorry for you loss, Chefguy. We wouldn’t be human without our pets.

Dang, that cat has traveled more than I have!

It truly was the last, best, thing you could have done for Vira, but as we all know from experience it’s so very hard to do.

I do believe in an afterlife, and I wish I knew if we could see beloved pets again. I once saw Martin Luther quoted as saying it wouldn’t really seem like Heaven if he couldn’t have dogs there.

I’ll bet the volunteering will help. No other pet will be the same, but if you have loved one you can love another too.

Spider Robinson, in his short story “The Law of Conservation of Pain” made the statement that neither pain or joy could be destroyed, but one could be converted into another. I hope your pain finds joy in a new pet to love.

It’s wonderful that you found a cat who could travel so well. That’s something of a rarity in catdom.

Such a beautiful tribute you have written to your friend. I wish you comfort in your sorrow.

Portland has vets that participate in a private program to euthanize pets in the home, rather than have their last moments in the trauma of a vet office. The young woman who came to our home was extremely sympathetic and required kleenex along the way, as well. Having it done here didn’t make it any easier for us, but I like to think it made a difference in her final hours to be in a familiar place with her humans. Ah crap, here come the tears again.