February 16th, 2015

  • jkkitty

Farwell to a Friend--Svetlanacat

I wrote this a few years ago to say goodbye to another one of our numbers who passed from us. I hope this expresses my sentiments for Svetlanacat as she has enriched my life with the artwork she shared and her garden and her cat. I will miss her. Pat

The lone man stood before the casket. A hand lightly touched it while he whispered words that were too quiet for others to hear.

"Well old friend, you fought a good fight. You were a guiding force in our struggle against evil and those who tried to expand it. You were there at the beginning, and we'll continue to follow your example."

Napoleon and Illya walked up to the man, "Sir, it is time to go, I am sorry for your loss."

"No gentlemen do not be sorry for him or me. He fought hard and earned his rest. Someday I will join him after I have given all I can."

Alexander Waverly turned tears in his eyes. The two younger men looked down, not wanting to embarrass their superior. They felt his hands on their shoulders. "I'm not embarrassed by my emotions. That's what makes us who we are."

The three moved to the side as the honor guard removed the casket from its stand. Walking behind it, they passed other members of UNCLE who had come to say their farewells. As they reached the door, Waverly felt his men's hands on his arm.

"Safety sir."

The head of UNCLE nodded and stopped before becoming visible from outside the door. "Goodbye old friend. You've left me and these young men and women to finish the work we started many years ago. You died before we won, but we'll not let the dreams die away." He smiled at the young people there to say farewell. "They'll live in those who follow you."


I have shed many tears and now sit in great sorrow at Svetlanacat's passing.  It grieves me so deeply.  Deeper than I would have thought.
She is in a better place now and in no more pain and suffering.  She can start a new garden now and make ready for her darlings when they reunite with her.
I remember how she made me feel welcome when I first started hanging out here.  Yes, she did have the photos, art, manips etc but to me it was something more personal that is hard to name.  This year, when I do the American Cancer Society Cancer Relay for :Life...  it will be done in her honor and memory.
My dearest Svetlanacat, you are loved and missed greatly.
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When I think of Svetlanacat

I will smile remembering how she loved posting in Scrapbook.
I will smile remembering her photographic talent, especially with the outdoors.
I will smile and hope that she right now is somewhere taking the most miraculous pictures.

She made this collage for me the day I posted that I had found the third photo. I'll never forget that she took the time to make this for me, and since it's my permanent desktop background, she will be in my thoughts every night. If you would like to also have this, she was thoughtful and sent it to Ellen to include in the screensavers section of DavidMcCallumfansonline.net

For your unceasing kindness, Svetlanacat, may you soar on wings.

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Upon reflections

I met Sveltana just after coming to LJ.  She commented upon one of my stories in ff.net and we struck up a conversation.  A short time later, she joined LJ and thus started the wonderfulness of both her humor and generosity.  She was the first one to comment, to offer a hand, to make a gesture.  She was a gifted writer in so many languages and so loving.  Her Foothills stories especially touched my heart. There will be a Svetlanacat hole in my heart for some time to come.

She loved to write and graced us with so may wonderful tales. She loved photography and had a gifted eye, for both real life and manips. She loved her dear little Patachou and I hoped someone is holding her near and comforting her. Mostly, though, I will remember Svetlana for her love of Chibies

Svetlana Chibis

MFU Chibis

These and so many more can be found at Chibis Anonymous

There will never be anyone else like her.
  • lgvu

Our Dear SvetlanaCat

I haven't been active on LJ for over a year, before Svatlanacat went away for her treatment. So, for me, there are no memories of LJ without her. I still can't believe she is not going to pop up with a funny, snarky comment to my post.

Every day I could count on a witty post, a beautiful photo or some cute chibis to brighten my day. Svetlanacat was full of fun - any time I posted, she was one of the first to come back with a clever comment, a photo in response. I could never stump her in playing Guess the Obscure IllyaPhoto, since she had all of the screencaps from Liisa's library memorized. In an online world of (mostly) IllyaGirls, she was always sure to give us NapoleonGirls lovely photos and manips to drool over. She took good care of us.

If someone posted a beautiful photo of Napoleon with another woman hanging on him, I called Svetlanacat, my Genie of the Photoshop (Oh Genie, please remove this Innocent!) and she would come to my rescue, neatly taking the woman out of the photo so I could imagine myself in her place.

I remember the joy she had in the imaginary Innocents Closet, a place where we would throw those women in the photos who dared touch our men.

She was a joyful, playful and generous person who I could turn to, to brighten up a gloomy day. I will miss her. I hope you all take a moment to tell others on here how much you appreciate them, before it is too late.

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  • vysila

The Family We Choose

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
-- Harry Scott-Holland

When tragedy strikes in fandom, the deep connection between fans comes to the fore. While non-fans may not understand this connection, it is there, it exists, intangible but very real. We feel it in our bones. We are not just a group of silly women, we are not just cousins. We are friends who have bonded together into a family. We are sisters, not by accident of birth but by choice.

Today we are grieving for one of our well-loved sisters, but also remembering her with joy. We chose to love Sylvaine, even though we knew we might never meet her in person. We chose to love her and she chose to love us. She showered us with gifts – gifts of her presence, her time, her talent. She shared with us the beauty of her garden, the love she held for Patachou, the playfulness and generosity of her spirit, her artistic eye and talent, her inner beauty.

When I think of her, I think of the certainty and serenity she possessed. She loved life – everything and everybody in life. Life was an absolute joy to her and this joy came out in everything she did and said. Unfailingly kind, clearly principled, marvelously talented in so many ways. This is her legacy to us - live life with same kind of joy and share of ourselves with everyone, because we will all be happier and more at peace because of it.

She must have been an amazing teacher. I know she was an extraordinary friend and I am proud to say she was my sister in every way that counts.

Rest in Peace, dear sister.
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To Remember My Friend

When I became active in the fandom, one of the first people that I became friends with was Svet. As so many of you have reflected, she was always one to comment, quick witted, clever as heck. She and I bonded over our cats, appropriately. Miss Patachou and my Theda were 'friends' as it were. They sent gifts to each other. I'll never forget when S. sent me a photo of Patachou with the catnip 'candy bar' that Theda had sent to her for Christmas.

She was definitely someone who believed in art, and she believed in the artistic merits of everyone in this community. Svet was a great sounding board for many of us, a cheerleader for some of us, too.

When I first started writing my MFU AU, S. was immediately on board. She fell into that world and would send me notes, asking questions, demanding more. I can say with complete and sincere honesty that her enthusiasm and genuine affection for the characters gave me the courage to post "Distant Voices". Without her, I really don't think I would have done so.

I know that she knew how much I cared about her. I sent her a letter in December, just to let her know that I was thinking of her and that I loved her. Knowing that she understood the important place she had in my life makes me feel a little better, but right now I still mourn the loss of a beautiful soul.

Her legacy will be one of beauty, gentleness, and truth. I know that my life has been richer by knowing her, and like a flower, the fragrance of her friendship will linger.
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  • mrua7

Remembering Svetlanacat

In looking through the many wonderful images on Svets journal, I came upon this manip, with a message from her to us all and in a way, prophetic.  It is so 'her'...she was a kind, generous, good natured and forgiving person. We were blessed for having known her, and my mind goes to a quote in Irish: "Ní bheidh a leithéid arís ann"
here shall not be her like again.  Yep, she was one of a kind.  Rest in peace dear Sylvaine.




I was thinking about how to pay tribute; then, one of my favorite
poems came to mind. Although I didn't know her personally, to me this is how I see her now:


Near a shady wall a rose once grew,
Budded and blossomed in God's free light,
Watered and fed by morning dew,
Shedding its sweetness day and night.
As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
Slowly rising to loftier height,
It came to a crevice in the wall,
Through which there shone a beam of light.

Onward it crept with added strength,
With never a thought of fear or pride,
It followed the light through the crevice's length,
And unfolded itself on the other side.

The light, the dew, the broadening view
Were found the same as they were before;
And it lost itself in beauties new,
Breathing its fragrance more and more.

Shall claim of death cause us to grieve,
And make our courage faint or fail?
Nay! Let us faith and hope receive:
The rose still grows beyond the wall.

Scattering fragrance far and wide,
Just as it did in days of yore,
Just as it did on the other side,
Just as it will for evermore.

Clear Dotby A. L. Frink
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Farewell Svetlanacat

I didn't have the chance to get to know her as well as most of you, but I feel lucky that she was a part of my life for a little while.

I hadn't been on LJ for very long when I wrote a silly drabble about Illya accidently winning the Wimbledon Men's Tennis Final. Svetlanacat left me a wonderful manip in the comments. It wouldn't have taken a woman of her talents very long to do, but the fact she took the time at all told me what a giving person she was.

Au revoir Svetlanacat, you leave a space which will never be filled.


Goodbye Sweet Lady

I am saddened to hear of the passing of our dear cousin Sylvaine. Every day I went to the Canteen to have my day brightened by her manips, photos or artwork posts and snarky comments. Cancer is the cruelest of diseases, taking the best and brightest among us before our time. It’s my sincerest hope that she did not suffer towards the end. In my mind’s eye, I picture her sitting in her garden with the lap quilt we made for her on her lap and Patachou in her arms. It pleases me to know that we were with her, giving her a bit of comfort during her last days on this earth. Goodbye sweet lady.
  • alynwa

RIP, SvetlanaCat.

Call Me Napoleon!

I don't think I can improve on what has been said about Sylvaine.  I will say that her talent and her energy will be missed and we are all a little diminished because of it.

The link above takes you to a drabble she posted on ff.net that made me laugh the first time I read it and still makes me smile.

Until we meet again, Sylvaine.  Your like will not be seen here again.
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  • renn


I am saddened to learn of Sveltana's passing. I always enjoyed her chibis, appreciated her manip skills, and loved her witty (and often kind) comments. Her absence will be felt for a long time.

RIP Svetlanacat

I remember how Svetlanacat enthusiastically commented and encouraged me as I wrote my stories and continued on with my WIPs.  She is and will continue to be greatly missed by those of us whose lives have been touched by her kind words, stories, and artwork.  I wish I had gotten to know her better!
  • avirra

Svetlanacat - Random Memories

Svetlanacat and I had more of a passing acquaintance.  She was among those that encouraged me when I made my initial foray into the world of drabbles and I will confess a fondness for when something I wrote made her choke on her coffee.

What notes we had exchanged in the past had always been friendly and I have always enjoyed looking at her extremely well-done photo-manips, so I was thrilled last year when I was told that she had claimed my MFU 50 Minibang story to do the artwork for - not only because I knew that the art would be first-rate, but also to get better acquainted.  We had already exchanged some emails and she had tossed out several ideas for what she was planning.

She had warned me in one of her notes that she was going to be away from home for awhile, so I didn't think it odd not to hear from her until I was given the sad news that her health had deteriorated and forced her to withdraw from the Minibang.  Loxelyprince stepped up and we agreed that our work should be dedicated to Svetlanacat.  I only hope it brightened her day a little bit the way that her comments and images had often brightened mine.

Rest in peace, cousin - your light wil be missed.
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Clear skies, Svetlana

I didn't know Svetlana well, but certainly loved her manips, and stories. She was amazing. And her photographs were incredible.

And because LJ i being difficult:

Those we love don't go away,
They walk beside us every day.
Unseen, unheard,
but always near.
Stil loved,
still missed,
and very dear.
UNCLE artwork
  • mrua7

Remembering Svet...

I was searching for these particular birthday wishes that Svetlanacat had sent to me. She not only captured such a wistful mood in both but my love of IK, saluted my Irish heritage, but my music as well. I will treasure these images now more than ever.  Her talent was exceptional and has already been missed.  We all wished she would be well, but secretly deep down inside I think most of us denied our greatest fear, that finally came true.

Here's to a woman who brought much beauty into our lives. She'll live forever through her art and in our hears and minds.


Farewell, Svetlanacat.

Svetlanacat was so generous with her time. Before we went on holiday down the east of France I could ask about holdups on our probable route and she'd give me progress reports on the roadworks.

And when I came home with lots of photos of interesting things she would identify the ones I had taken because they were interesting but had no label.

Because she would want us to smile...

I was reminded of something today while I was sitting at work. Svet HATED sad endings. Hated them! I remember when I would post a story with a sad ending and she would comment something along the lines of "...but there will be more, right? Remember, I hate unhappy endings!"

I'm sad, yes, and it's hard to wrap my head around what happened, but Svet liked happy stories, and happy endings.

Let's take all of this energy and do something good with it. That's what she'd want.

Also, here's one of her favorite songs. She loved this song and I know she would like to be remembered dancing around to this.