Raja had a long and good life. I recall T.S. Eliot's The Naming of Cats. According to Eliot every cat should have three names: a fancy name (Pur-Pleasure Rajabooshanam, the name on his CFA registration), an everyday name (Boochi), and one that only the cat knows.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,Contemplation was certainly one of Boochi's favorite activities! He also loved to spend time with me in the Garden of Grace. He would take a walk in the garden every morning. As his illness progressed, the garden lost its allure for him. He stayed pretty much in his part of the family room - right there in the center - and did not even want to lie on the sunny side, something he and I often did in happier days gone by. I love you and miss you, Raja, but you're not miserable or suffering anymore. I'll never forget how dignified, mysterious and beautiful you were, from the very beginning, when that silly breeder's kid held you the wrong way, to the very end when you snuggled my hair last night and lay in my lap today.
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
Tonight, I will dream of the time Raja and I will meet again, in the new world, where the wolf will live with the lamb and the leopard shall lie down with a young goat (Isaiah 11: 6-9). We will frolic once more in golden sunshine. Until then, rest in peace, dear Raja.