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September 2007 
The sudden death of my baby kitty Hana (English Translation)
Posted on Jul 29th, 2006
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Ayako
Ayako
Hana didn’t come home after she left our apartment on Monday night (July 17). She was found in such a different form two days later on Wednesday afternoon. Monday night, Hana sat on me and purred for a long, long time on the bed like she was saying “good-bye” to me. She gave me kisses with the rough cat tongue on my face and neck. Now I think about not being able to see lovely Hana and feel as though I am sinking into this earth’s surface with deep sadness. I am literally feeling body and heart sink. Matt also has been wandering at the bottom of sadness since the day Hana was lost. This pain feels like it is going to destroy us.
Colorado’s beautiful summer came, and we had been allowing Hana to go outside since about a month ago. Hana loved being in the nature. There are many beautiful tall trees for Hana to climb, green grasses, a lake, and creeks just near by our apartment. There are a lot of wild animals like fish, ducks, frogs, swans, and all sorts of birds that Hana loved to look at. There was not much traffic in our apartment area, so there was little danger of traffic accident. We were shocked. We were so shocked and almost could not believe the way Hana’s life was taken. ---A wild coyote attacked and took her life.
Matt was away since Friday morning and was with his family in Minnesota. So I searched for Hana alone on Tuesday and Wednesday. I put up posters, handed out flyers, and called her name loud and walked around our rather large apartment complex area. I talked to maintenance people and people in the management office.
I received a phone call from a lady in the office around 3:30pm on Wednesday. She said, “About your cat though...I don’t think she’s alive anymore. A resident’s daughter found a cat’s paw at the creek near the office. The cat must have been attacked by a coyote.” The news was so painful that I couldn’t feel this nightmare was real. I asked Brondu to come with me to see what they found. When we arrived at the office, a maintenance guy showed me a cat’s leg in a black garbage bag that looked a little dry and dead. Yet, I could see the fur on the leg was very similar to Hana’s fur. I became almost in a panic state because of the extreme shock. I started wandering along the creek near the office where Hana’s paw was found. I think I heard the maintenance guy say that I might find other body parts of her.
I didn’t know what to tell to Matt. Matt had already been crying so much since Hana left. He was flying home that night, but I didn’t know if he would make it home if I told him about the possibility that Hana was gone forever. So I called Renee (Matt’s mom) crying and asked what to do. Renee was so shocked by the news, too, and said she really doesn’t know if I should tell Matt either. Pat (---Matt’s aunt who took care of Hana for about a month and half) was listening to the news behind Renee’s phone and told Renee that I have to tell Matt. So we concluded that we need to tell Matt before he comes home.
Matt answered his phone with a worried voice. We started crying uncontrollably with pain when I told him that a cat’s leg was found.
I needed someone to be near me, so I called my friend and coworker Shawn whose family lost a kitty almost at the same time. Their cat was missing for about two weeks. A neighbor found him almost dead a block from their house and called the humane society. Their kitty was so sick and did not have a chance to live. He was put to sleep. Shawn was sad and told me that his cat was put to sleep when I went to work on Tuesday. So Eya (his baby boy) and Shawn came to comfort me for a while.
Matt’s flight was late one hour. Our former roommate Michael came to my apartment around 11pm. We went to pick Matt up at the Denver airport. I couldn’t wait to see Matt and hold him. On the way home we held each other and cried and cried with the deep sadness. I was keeping Hana’s leg in the freezer not knowing what to do with it.
As soon as Matt saw the leg, he also confirmed that the leg was Hana’s. He told me how Hana said “good-bye” to him on Friday morning. When he was leaving very early in the morning to the airport, Hana followed him to the parking area. What a sweet kitty she was…
Next day, Matt and I walked along the creek. We were going to get some flowers for Hana at a store, but as we walked along the park where many wild flowers were blossoming, we realized that Hana would be happier with these little flowers in the nature than the ones raised by a big company who might use pesticides and whatnot. We picked up pretty flowers and sat in the meadow. We cried remembering that sweet Hana was named after flower. “Hana” means flower in Japanese.
Then, we walked along the upper creek and to the big field where the coyote must have taken Hana. I strongly felt that I have to see the place where Hana was taken to and where she goes back to the soil. This area in between open field and forest must be where the coyote and their family reside. Matt and I came to a place where we could view the field and sat down. Mat talked about how sad he is and also that he doesn’t know how to live without Hana. I stared at this vast Colorado nature with the feeling of disgust and pain. Then, Matt said, “Look up there!” There was a big cloud shaped like a cat in the sky above the field. Furthermore, it was shaped as if Hana was sitting and looking down on us. “Hana is watching us,” Matt said. The cloud stayed for a while and disappeared.
We heard about Pat’s (Matt’s aunt’s) dream on the phone after coming back to the apartment. Pat has an ability to see things through her dreams. On Wednesday night, even before knowing about the discovery of Hana’s paw, Pat had this dream---She opened a door, and there was a back door. Hana was sitting there, and the door was half open. Pat looked outside. There was just very bright light, but she felt it was something like a meadow with flowers. Pat and Hana’s eyes met. They smiled. Cats don’t have a smiley face, but Pat felt that Hana was smiley and very happy. Pat woke up crying from the dream and understood that Hana already left this world.
This image of Hana will live with me forever; Hana leaving from this world and ready to go to the bright and beautiful heaven. I also am very glad that she let us know her happiness through Pat. Renee (Matt’s mom) didn’t have a dream of Hana, but she also felt that Hana is not in this world when she woke up on Thursday morning.
Why did she have to die so early? She was only two years and nine months old. It hurts. I wish everything happened to Hana was a nightmare. I wish I can wake up from the nightmare. I am here still hoping that Hana would come back. I am here not being able to accept her death. I know she is gone, but for now, I am accepting my inability to take this because I have never cried this much before for anything else. A pain is a pain. A grief is a grief. It is okay that I am not perfect.
On Thursday night, Matt and I went to bed hoping that Hana will come visit us from wherever she was. While in a meditative state, I asked her where she was. Then, this vision showed up; there was a big bright sun (or something similar to the sun) showing its beauty near the horizon. It felt as though the sun is going to stay there forever. Later on, I had another vision in which Hana was looking back at me, but she was walking toward the field with some trees. She was there, but I felt that she is determined to walk toward the forest and could not come back toward us. Then I knew that she will not come back to this world.
After all this nightmare, we found out that another cat had been killed by a coyote at the same creek a month ago. A dog was attacked by a coyote in our neighborhood not long ago. A swan on the lake in the community was killed. There are at least five known cases of coyote attack. We were so disappointed by the fact that no one warned us of the danger of a coyote and other predators. The property management company did warn its residents after the swan attack, but we moved in after that. We wrote a letter to the management company asking they put up signs regarding the dangers of predators in this area and hand out warning to the residents.
Hana loved nature. The creek was like heaven to Hana. There were birds, frogs, ducks, fish and many other animals to play with. It hurts to think about how her life was taken there. Yet, now I think it was a part of Hana’s nature that her life ended there. Matt and I offered some wild flowers to Hana under the tree near by the creek. We spoke to her and told her how much we love her and how much we miss her. Matt told me that Hana now can enjoy the nature without any fear of being attacked. Matt planned on becoming a bodhisattva in the next life, but we are now considering about going to heaven together instead so we can live with Hana again as soon as possible.
If there is one thing I would say I regret, I felt I should have spent more time with her… She is now teaching me how precious every moment is when we spend with someone we love. I do love to create more time with He’kili (our baby boy Chihuahua), Matt, my family in Japan, Matt’s family (Matt’s parents and Pat wrote us letters crying after they heard the news about Hana. Another of his aunts—Laura—came to comfort us), and good friends. I need more time to recognize the preciousness of their existence and to be thankful of their love. I don’t want to end my life while being busy with daily life or thinking about other trivial things.
Hana’s sweet and funny actions come to my mind. When she was kitten, she was such a playful fur ball. She ran across every part of the apartment. She gave me so many scratches. It was just a month ago she gave me another scratch. She was angry that we didn’t let her go outside. I still have the mark. I wish I can keep it as her memory. She loved to hunt me and watch me scream. It was such a fun game (for her)!! She deeply loved us, and she showed how much she loved us everyday. She demanded that she purr on me every time I took shower. I had to lie down for her. She would give me kisses.
Hana lives forever in our heart.
Hana, thank you for giving us such profound Love.
We look forward to playing with you in Heaven.
Colorado’s beautiful summer came, and we had been allowing Hana to go outside since about a month ago. Hana loved being in the nature. There are many beautiful tall trees for Hana to climb, green grasses, a lake, and creeks just near by our apartment. There are a lot of wild animals like fish, ducks, frogs, swans, and all sorts of birds that Hana loved to look at. There was not much traffic in our apartment area, so there was little danger of traffic accident. We were shocked. We were so shocked and almost could not believe the way Hana’s life was taken. ---A wild coyote attacked and took her life.
Matt was away since Friday morning and was with his family in Minnesota. So I searched for Hana alone on Tuesday and Wednesday. I put up posters, handed out flyers, and called her name loud and walked around our rather large apartment complex area. I talked to maintenance people and people in the management office.
I received a phone call from a lady in the office around 3:30pm on Wednesday. She said, “About your cat though...I don’t think she’s alive anymore. A resident’s daughter found a cat’s paw at the creek near the office. The cat must have been attacked by a coyote.” The news was so painful that I couldn’t feel this nightmare was real. I asked Brondu to come with me to see what they found. When we arrived at the office, a maintenance guy showed me a cat’s leg in a black garbage bag that looked a little dry and dead. Yet, I could see the fur on the leg was very similar to Hana’s fur. I became almost in a panic state because of the extreme shock. I started wandering along the creek near the office where Hana’s paw was found. I think I heard the maintenance guy say that I might find other body parts of her.
I didn’t know what to tell to Matt. Matt had already been crying so much since Hana left. He was flying home that night, but I didn’t know if he would make it home if I told him about the possibility that Hana was gone forever. So I called Renee (Matt’s mom) crying and asked what to do. Renee was so shocked by the news, too, and said she really doesn’t know if I should tell Matt either. Pat (---Matt’s aunt who took care of Hana for about a month and half) was listening to the news behind Renee’s phone and told Renee that I have to tell Matt. So we concluded that we need to tell Matt before he comes home.
Matt answered his phone with a worried voice. We started crying uncontrollably with pain when I told him that a cat’s leg was found.
I needed someone to be near me, so I called my friend and coworker Shawn whose family lost a kitty almost at the same time. Their cat was missing for about two weeks. A neighbor found him almost dead a block from their house and called the humane society. Their kitty was so sick and did not have a chance to live. He was put to sleep. Shawn was sad and told me that his cat was put to sleep when I went to work on Tuesday. So Eya (his baby boy) and Shawn came to comfort me for a while.
Matt’s flight was late one hour. Our former roommate Michael came to my apartment around 11pm. We went to pick Matt up at the Denver airport. I couldn’t wait to see Matt and hold him. On the way home we held each other and cried and cried with the deep sadness. I was keeping Hana’s leg in the freezer not knowing what to do with it.
As soon as Matt saw the leg, he also confirmed that the leg was Hana’s. He told me how Hana said “good-bye” to him on Friday morning. When he was leaving very early in the morning to the airport, Hana followed him to the parking area. What a sweet kitty she was…
Next day, Matt and I walked along the creek. We were going to get some flowers for Hana at a store, but as we walked along the park where many wild flowers were blossoming, we realized that Hana would be happier with these little flowers in the nature than the ones raised by a big company who might use pesticides and whatnot. We picked up pretty flowers and sat in the meadow. We cried remembering that sweet Hana was named after flower. “Hana” means flower in Japanese.
Then, we walked along the upper creek and to the big field where the coyote must have taken Hana. I strongly felt that I have to see the place where Hana was taken to and where she goes back to the soil. This area in between open field and forest must be where the coyote and their family reside. Matt and I came to a place where we could view the field and sat down. Mat talked about how sad he is and also that he doesn’t know how to live without Hana. I stared at this vast Colorado nature with the feeling of disgust and pain. Then, Matt said, “Look up there!” There was a big cloud shaped like a cat in the sky above the field. Furthermore, it was shaped as if Hana was sitting and looking down on us. “Hana is watching us,” Matt said. The cloud stayed for a while and disappeared.
We heard about Pat’s (Matt’s aunt’s) dream on the phone after coming back to the apartment. Pat has an ability to see things through her dreams. On Wednesday night, even before knowing about the discovery of Hana’s paw, Pat had this dream---She opened a door, and there was a back door. Hana was sitting there, and the door was half open. Pat looked outside. There was just very bright light, but she felt it was something like a meadow with flowers. Pat and Hana’s eyes met. They smiled. Cats don’t have a smiley face, but Pat felt that Hana was smiley and very happy. Pat woke up crying from the dream and understood that Hana already left this world.
This image of Hana will live with me forever; Hana leaving from this world and ready to go to the bright and beautiful heaven. I also am very glad that she let us know her happiness through Pat. Renee (Matt’s mom) didn’t have a dream of Hana, but she also felt that Hana is not in this world when she woke up on Thursday morning.
Why did she have to die so early? She was only two years and nine months old. It hurts. I wish everything happened to Hana was a nightmare. I wish I can wake up from the nightmare. I am here still hoping that Hana would come back. I am here not being able to accept her death. I know she is gone, but for now, I am accepting my inability to take this because I have never cried this much before for anything else. A pain is a pain. A grief is a grief. It is okay that I am not perfect.
On Thursday night, Matt and I went to bed hoping that Hana will come visit us from wherever she was. While in a meditative state, I asked her where she was. Then, this vision showed up; there was a big bright sun (or something similar to the sun) showing its beauty near the horizon. It felt as though the sun is going to stay there forever. Later on, I had another vision in which Hana was looking back at me, but she was walking toward the field with some trees. She was there, but I felt that she is determined to walk toward the forest and could not come back toward us. Then I knew that she will not come back to this world.
After all this nightmare, we found out that another cat had been killed by a coyote at the same creek a month ago. A dog was attacked by a coyote in our neighborhood not long ago. A swan on the lake in the community was killed. There are at least five known cases of coyote attack. We were so disappointed by the fact that no one warned us of the danger of a coyote and other predators. The property management company did warn its residents after the swan attack, but we moved in after that. We wrote a letter to the management company asking they put up signs regarding the dangers of predators in this area and hand out warning to the residents.
Hana loved nature. The creek was like heaven to Hana. There were birds, frogs, ducks, fish and many other animals to play with. It hurts to think about how her life was taken there. Yet, now I think it was a part of Hana’s nature that her life ended there. Matt and I offered some wild flowers to Hana under the tree near by the creek. We spoke to her and told her how much we love her and how much we miss her. Matt told me that Hana now can enjoy the nature without any fear of being attacked. Matt planned on becoming a bodhisattva in the next life, but we are now considering about going to heaven together instead so we can live with Hana again as soon as possible.
If there is one thing I would say I regret, I felt I should have spent more time with her… She is now teaching me how precious every moment is when we spend with someone we love. I do love to create more time with He’kili (our baby boy Chihuahua), Matt, my family in Japan, Matt’s family (Matt’s parents and Pat wrote us letters crying after they heard the news about Hana. Another of his aunts—Laura—came to comfort us), and good friends. I need more time to recognize the preciousness of their existence and to be thankful of their love. I don’t want to end my life while being busy with daily life or thinking about other trivial things.
Hana’s sweet and funny actions come to my mind. When she was kitten, she was such a playful fur ball. She ran across every part of the apartment. She gave me so many scratches. It was just a month ago she gave me another scratch. She was angry that we didn’t let her go outside. I still have the mark. I wish I can keep it as her memory. She loved to hunt me and watch me scream. It was such a fun game (for her)!! She deeply loved us, and she showed how much she loved us everyday. She demanded that she purr on me every time I took shower. I had to lie down for her. She would give me kisses.
Hana lives forever in our heart.
Hana, thank you for giving us such profound Love.
We look forward to playing with you in Heaven.
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(This blog has been chosen to be a part of Samme's Project that started here Linking The World One Blog At A Time. A project to link wonderful and thought-provoking blogs to each other in a long thread of links to bring awareness of love, joy and peace and propagate creativity to the world. Namaste! )♥♥♥
Ayako,
I am following Samme's blog path and wanted to offer you my most profound sympathy. It is so sad when we lose our loved ones, and that includes our pets. I found it very heartwarming that you have friends and family who understood your pain and offered such heartfelt comfort.
I wanted to tell you a little story. As soon as I saw your picture of your Hana, I thought, she looks kind of like our daughter Amanda's cat, Copper. We had the strangest experience with Copper. He was hit by a car and deemed paralyzed. The vet bill to fix him (possibly fix him - his whole back end was crushed) was too extreme for our budget so we sadly asked the vet to put him to sleep. I, too, found myself wishing that I had given him more attention. He'd always kind of freaked me out because he liked to actually hug - paws around the neck - and kiss your neck, which sometimes acclerated into “love bites”. Several months passed and then tragedy struck again! Amanda's boxer puppy was poisoned. I took her to the same vet and when I mentioned tearfully that it hadn't been very long since we had put Amanda's cat down. He looked at me and said “Copper?” I was impressed that he would remember the name of our cat. He went on to tell me that Copper was still alive - HUH? He hadn't been able to put him down, thought he was a cool cat, was going to fix him but hadn't found time….but Copper had healed on his own.
As I was writing this, Copper climbed on my lap, started hugging me and trying to kiss my neck and drooling on me. I still don't really like it but am so grateful to have the chance to give him some scratches and say “Stop that!”
With Love, Ayla
I just re-read this and cried all over again… that picture of you and Hana is so touching…
Love, Mamasan Renee
Ayako, I have cat friends that I'd be devastated to lose; so I could feel the pain in your story; and also marvel at the ability to write about something like this, with such clarity.
Imperfect? I would say not.
Grief is as perfect as joy…or as they say –perfectly impefectly perfect.
I just came across this. Last year on July 4 my baby kitty, just a little over a year old, died of a pulmonary embolism in front of our eyes, so quickly that we couldn't even get her to the emergency clinic. We have so many animals and each one is special and loved, but Dora was extra-special. She looks a little like your baby girl, too.
If you have a cat companion again and you let them go outside (ours don't, I know some people think that's cruel but they have a great life and other cats to play with…) then it's good to train them to come in before dark. (You do that by not free-feeding, but giving them their food just before dusk so they will come in.) Even in areas without coyotes there are predators bigger than cats that roam at night or at dusk/dawn, so it's a good plan for anyone with an indoor-outdoor cat.
I am so so sorry for your loss. Even all this time later, I think of Dora every single day and I still cry. I loved every second of her.