On Friday morning I prepared Flan's carrier and left home early to be at Dr. Ozawa's clinic as soon as it was open. When he saw her he noticed that there was some pus coming out from under her tail. She hadn't had pus the night before or I would have noticed, as she slept in my hands for several hours. Dr. Ozawa said that her condition was very, very bad, and that this time her uterus was certainly infected. He would have to operate Flan again immediately, but recovery was very unlikely even with surgery. I filled the surgery agreement forms and left Flan with him. I had the feeling that this was going to be a good-bye.

I had been able to sleep just two hours the night before, so when I came back home I called my office to give notice that I would go to work in the afternoon. I went to bed.

A few hours later the phone woke me up. It was my wife. She had been talking with Dr. Ozawa on the phone. He said that he had operated Flan, but after the surgery her heartbeat was very weak. I woke up and started packing her cage. I was going to take it to Dr. Ozawa's clinic because I didn't want Flan to be on her small carrier all the time if she was going to be in the clinic for three days like the previous time. My wife called again. There was no need to take Flan's cage anymore. She had died already.

We went at night to take Flan's body home. Dr. Ozawa had bought a small bunch of flowers for her.

Back at home, I wrapped her in the same kind of tissue paper that I use for their nests. We would bury her in the morning, so I placed her on the nest in her cage. She spent her last night at home there.

On Saturday morning we took her to Mount Takao and buried her not far from the place where we buried Julita almost two years ago.