Perhaps the Storm is Finally Over, 2015

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Namir, from 2008

Hurricane Katrina, Namir, a household of cats and realizing a lot about love after multiple losses. Celebrating Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day with fellow blogger Deb Barnes of Zee & Zoey’s Chronicle Connection.

I originally posted this article on August 30, 2009, and each year since I’ve posted it on the Sunday nearest that date which, this year, is August 30, but this year it seemed fitting to include it in Deb’s Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day. It contains a lesson I learned about living with, caring for and losing pets that is so important I want to be certain I renew it each year with myself, with current readers and to reach new readers, and it’s also a personal anniversary with what I do here on The Creative Cat.

Originally written two months after I lost Namir, his passing represented what seemed like the end of a long cycle of loss that led me to understand the continuum of love all throughout our lives. Though very few people who visit The Creative Cat knew of Namir when he was alive, he was the inspiration for The Creative Cat in January 2009, and he’s right up there in the header in an oil pastel painting entitled “Warm Winter Sun”. I hoped to encourage myself to write more with this blog because I had amassed more knowledge than I could remember in treating him for the disease that eventually stopped his heart, hypertrophic cardiomyopathy or HCM, and hoped to both share and learn from others not only Namir’s care but also the care and treatment of all the other cats I’ve lived with through the years, and along the way I’d share my portraits as they progressed and a few photos now and then.

Namir’s passing helped me realize a long-time dream of designing my set of animal sympathy cards. Most of the ones I received for him and all those before him were not animal-specific and a few senders actually apologized for them in advance. I had determined years before that I would design animal-oriented sympathy cards but, probably with losing a large number of cats over a period of time, I hadn’t gotten to it yet. After my initial wave of grief eased, I decided to use the quiet time of summer in the two months after Namir died to undertake this labor of love in dedication to him and all he’d inspired. I visualized the style, wrote out a list of sentiments that were my most heartfelt yet brief and general enough to be used by others, and spent time looking through all my photos, print and digital, to find the ones I wanted to use and designed, one after the next, one dozen cards, while I was still deep in the grief of losing this remarkable cat. I am constantly complimented on the sentiments and appropriateness of these cards, used by individuals and animal clinics alike. They came right from my heart.

That’s an awful lot for one cat to inspire, but Namir was like that.

And in 2009 as the anniversary of Hurricane Katrina approached once again I remembered that fearful night of pacing in the emergency hospital as I watched Hurricane Katrina come toward landfall. In designing the cards I had just spent nearly two months both experiencing grief and studying it in all its aspects to design the cards, remembering that night and all that had happened since. And while I had been posting articles to The Creative Cat once in a while for a few months prior to this article trying to get the feel of blogging, it wasn’t until I wrote this essay in the memory of Namir that I began writing in earnest and developing The Creative Cat into what it is today.

Wrapped up with the coming of Hurricane Katrina so far away as both reality and metaphor, every year at this time I remember him and all the cats in my household who touched his life as part of the continuum of love in my life.

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I remember the night Hurricane Katrina was headed toward New Orleans, partly scoffing at the hyperactive media reports and partly worried that the storm of the century really was heading for the Gulf Coast and knowing that, if it did, many people, most people, would not take it seriously. For all the dire warnings, natural disasters rarely fulfill their potential so it’s easy to sit back and wait for a while, much easier to stay in the place where you feel the most safe and guard the things you hold most dear; just stay home. At the beginning, we can never know the final impact of the event, or what the disaster will encompass.

And sometimes a public event marks a time or a circumstance in your life, in fact stands as a metaphor for your circumstances, even though it has no connection with you or your life at all;  yet, whenever you encounter a remembrance of that event, it brings back that time in your life as if it was a slideshow playing for your review.

I don’t have a television. I heard about the storm on the radio and read about it on the internet, then visited The Weather Channel to actually look at the meteorology of it. I would naturally avoid all the hype of 24-hour news stations making a story out of possibly nothing in the slow news flow of late August. The only reason I saw any television coverage was because it was on in the waiting room of the animal emergency hospital where I was waiting for the diagnosis of Namir’s sudden, frightening condition. I paced all night long between visits from the attending veterinarian as they x-rayed, blood tested and medicated Namir, then placed him in an oxygen cage. The veterinarian’s face was blank to grim, though no final word was given until nearly dawn.

I’d noticed that Namir wasn’t his goofy self for a few days, just subdued, then on that day he had begun crouching on the floor instead of sitting on my lap or my desk. I noticed his breathing was shallow, he wouldn’t eat dinner. He had had a compromising bladder condition for several years so I always observed his activity and took action with whatever seemed appropriate, but these symptoms were not indicating that condition. I had talked to my veterinarian and we’d decided if his condition didn’t change I’d take him to the emergency hospital. He looked up at me imploringly in the evening, those lovely, slanted, gentle tourmaline eyes telling me this was serious. I called the emergency hospital, packed him in a carrier and drove with cold, stiff fingers and my own shallow breathing, knowing this was not good.

As the veterinarian and technicians went through their paces and I watched Katrina spin toward New Orleans, I was sure, in my middle-of-the-night fearfulness, that the world was really coming to an end. I took hope for both New Orleans and Namir when the storm was reduced to a Category 4 sometime in those hours; even the smallest improvement could have a vast positive outcome.

Yet as the dawn began to open details in the black outside the windows the veterinarian told me that Namir had developed congestive heart failure through hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. I fully understood the detailed explanation the vet gave me, following his sketches and descriptions in my own visual language, visualizing Namir’s damaged heart inside his delicate feline chest, struggling to move the blood through but not quite moving all of it every time, the blood circling and swishing around in the chamber, the walls thickening, the fluids building up instead of washing away. I understood that Namir was in very serious condition, that the condition could not be cured.

The hospital closed at 7:00 a.m. being only for overnight emergencies, but in the same rooms the specialty clinic opened at 8:00 a.m. Namir would stay there and see a doctor who specialized in his condition the next day, have more comprehensive diagnostic tests done.

They allowed me to say goodbye to him in the oxygen cage. I couldn’t touch him, and he didn’t come to the window but crouched close to it with an IV in one leg and several shaved patches and looked at me with those same eyes, but instead of the worry, near panic, I’d seen earlier, I saw hope, and perhaps he saw the sadness and fear in my eyes temper with it. We would work together on this, no matter what happened.

Katrina was reaching landfall as I drove home through the growing dawn and early morning traffic and I equated the gray misty light with the howling gray images I’d seen of New Orleans and elsewhere along the coast, pondering the veterinarian’s prognosis of Namir’s recovery: about a month with no treatment, six months with medication and careful observation, perhaps a year if we were lucky. Even with recovery his quality of life might not be optimal, he might actually experience a lot of discomfort and even great pain. I would know more the next day after an ultrasound and other tests.

At that time in August 2005, I was occasionally dosing Stanley with sub-q fluids for chronic kidney failure, but he was overall well—amazing for being somewhere past 20. All the others were fine, Moses at 19, Sophie at 16, Cookie at 13, Kelly at 11 as was Namir, and even the two new senior fosters, Peaches and Cream, estimated at 15, were adjusting well.

Namir’s loss was the metaphorical storm I was waiting to make landfall, but where I thought I’d be losing Namir first, in the following year, 2006, I would lose four members of my household, my four oldest cats, and three of them my oldest friends, Moses, then Cream, then Sophie and finally Stanley; shortly after Stanley I’d lose the kitten I’d taken in and simply adored after all that loss, Lucy, at 15 months. It turned out to be a much bigger storm than I had ever considered it could be.

And Namir lived almost four years with his condition, and hardly evidenced any discomfort though he hated his twice-daily medications and needed to stop back at the emergency hospital for a tune-up now and then when he slipped into congestive heart failure. I don’t know how many times in those four years I said, “Namir was first diagnosed with congestive heart failure the night Katrina hit New Orleans…” Namir and I certainly had a better outcome and what we experienced in no way compares with what happened there, but whenever I hear about Hurricane Katrina I remember that night when my own storm began, my own little life inexorably pulled apart by circumstances beyond my household’s control, but in much the same way as the aftermath of Katrina it was the hidden reserves of strength that determined the final outcome, individuals pooling and sharing their strength and supporting each other.

I heeded my own natural disaster warnings as best I could with the information I was given and we’ve reached the other side. Within the next 22 months I would lose Moses, Cream, Sophie, Stanley and my kitten, Lucy, at 15 months. Now I hope that my storm is finally over for a while. I know that I will have losses again, and with older cats likely I’ll have a few illnesses to treat. Even though Peaches hasn’t seemed to age a day since she came here and can still jump right up onto the kitchen island where she eats, she is 19 years old. Cookie hasn’t seemed to age since she was about 3, but I can see her slowing down and experiencing a little hearing difficulty, though we act as if we don’t notice. Little Kelly, who has to be at least 15, hasn’t shown any diminishing of ability and it’s hard to imagine her as a senior. My “Golden Girls” as I classify them…And I now have a big jump in age to Mimi, who is likely 6, then her kids, who just turned 2, though as I learned with Lucy and FIP that illness and death have no recognition of age.

After all this I was surprised I haven’t been in pain over Namir’s loss, considering the big personality he was and how close we were. He left strict instructions with “the kids” on my care and feeding and the greeting of guests, however, and I have never felt alone since Namir’s been gone—I’ll be writing more about this later, now that I have a perspective. But it hasn’t been just Namir’s loss, but all the others, too, all of them together, through it all knowing that I’d lose Namir, too, and finally I feel that process is complete.

The one thing I can’t avoid is that in two months I haven’t done much that’s creative—no blog entries, no new poetry, I’ve had to drag myself into my studio and still I’ve only done one piece of artwork, only a few photo sessions and all the other things I’ve done daily for years to keep my creative intellect in shape have just been neglected.

I know why that is. That’s the very core of myself, and in opening myself up to those creative experiences I leave myself vulnerable to hurt. It’s easy just to live on the surface as if floating on clear water, able to look at the beauty of the depths but frightened to go there, even though the risk, the plunge, the exploration and the return with new insights to share far outweighs any pain that might be experienced in the endeavor. So I dove deeply into it and designed a set of a dozen animal sympathy cards to capture those insights and offer them to others to use to recognize and share the losses of others.

Now that the deepest part of my grief has passed, I’m ready to finish and fulfill the things I’ve planned, and to move on with new things. The hardest part of grief is letting go and feeling that who and what you leave behind will be forgotten, but we leave behind and let go in a million ways every day without ever knowing. Namir came to me with Kelly one year after I lost the love of my life, my Kublai, and if I had kept myself closed off and held on to Kublai’s memory for fear of his being forgotten, I would never have known Namir and Kelly which would have done none of us any good, or any other of the foster cats who became loves, or the people or the places I’ve known and experienced since then.

So I’m a little out of shape, but it’s never taken me too long to get back into it before. I love this time of year, and probably most inspired by it, when summer changes to autumn and I can feel the pace of life slowing a little, the pathos of the passing of frutifulness, but welcoming the harvest, and a rest.

And I have a wonderful feline portrait with which to begin my new season. I’ll post the first update in a day or two and update the images and other thoughts regularly.

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That portrait was Madison, and I had a wonderful reunion with an old friend with which to begin that new season.

And since losing Namir I marked the passing of Peaches in 2010, and also both Cookie and Kelly in 2012 seeing the passing of not only my tortie girls but with them an era in my life in which they played an important role, the decade when I prepared to do what I’m doing today, working at home as an artist and writer. But as I learned in letting Namir and Kelly into my life after the devastating loss of Kublai and two weeks later, Allegro, allowing another feline love into my heart honors their memory and in no way diminishes their life or their love, and I know they smile on me. And I know they welcomed Lakota as he transitioned to spirit.

Deb founded Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day to honor the memory of her beloved Mr. Jazz, who died on this date. He was the inspiration for her book Purr Prints of the Heart – A Cat’s Tale of Life, Death, and Beyond. Visit the rest of the blog hop articles.

 

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You can read more about my sympathy cards and see all the designs on my regular website, and you can also find the original set of a dozen sympathy cards in my Etsy shop. With the addition of Lakota’s card I’m going to organize different sets and take the time to list them each individually.


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12 thoughts on “Perhaps the Storm is Finally Over, 2015

  • August 29, 2015 at 12:43 pm
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    You have touched our hearts with yours and those of your wonderful friends. Such is life that simply by having greater longevity we lose or dear furs and meet so many more in our short time here on the earth. I take solace in the thought that we will all meet again on that special day when my newest friends will marvel at seeing me with two legs and fully functional and I seeing them as the vibrant frisky cats they were when young. (Some who I did not know then)
    Thanks so much
    Dad Pete, Timmy and Family

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    • September 3, 2015 at 4:10 am
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      What a beautiful thought, Timmy Tomcat, especially remembering how illnesses and old age break our bodies down, but our spirits live on.

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  • August 29, 2015 at 12:25 pm
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    I admire your ability to find and cherish the memories of each special kitty as they come and go and weave their tails through your life and stories. Each one sharing special secrets.

    Purrs to you on this day of remembrance.

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    • September 3, 2015 at 4:11 am
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      Thanks, Manxnews. We have so many special kitties to remember, but they all become a family of “tails”.

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  • August 28, 2015 at 7:51 pm
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    Such a well written post, I am sorry you had so many losses so close. Every loss is hard, but especially so when you have no time in between to grieve.

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    • August 28, 2015 at 8:33 pm
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      Pilch92, I’m not a big one on old phrases like “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, but in this case it didn’t and it did, and I’m the better for it.

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  • August 28, 2015 at 7:34 pm
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    What an incredibly touching post to share on Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day. I feel the love of Namir all around me and, as always, your posts go straight into my heart and soul – xoxo from Mr. Jazz, Deb, Purr Prints of the Heart and the Zee/Zoey Gang

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    • August 28, 2015 at 8:32 pm
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      Thanks, Deb, and we’re sending purrs to you and Jazz and Harley that your grief turns to love, a little more each day. It was so thoughtful of you to offer a day to remember our loves and share.

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  • August 28, 2015 at 6:26 pm
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    My heart hurts for you in losing so many so close. I too know that feeling. Life goes on but each of our cats leaves something behind for us to help us through. Much love to you.

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    • August 28, 2015 at 8:30 pm
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      Thank you, Cats of Wildcat Woods. That was a very difficult year, feeling very helpless and without the space in between to feel I’d properly grieved each one. But in perspective I’ve forgotten that helpless feeling and know there is nothing to be guilty about, and I can just love them again.

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  • August 28, 2015 at 6:07 pm
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    B…many thanx to you for posting about all the amazing cats that have called you MOM… regardless of how long; I’ve enjoyed reading about each and every one. I know it’s not been easy at times writing about them all, it’s not been easy at times to read through the tears about them all; but none the less, I’m sending hugs to you today for it ♥♥♥♥♥ L

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    • August 28, 2015 at 8:29 pm
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      Tabbies, I love them as if they are still here, because for me they are still a source of inspiration and an object of love.

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