I’m just back from the Eko-in where I picked up Mon’s urn. So she is home again, resting next to Hao and Tao.
Today we brought Mon-chan over to the Eko-in in Ryogoku to leave her for cremation and join with other pet owners in a Buddhist service for their recently passed away friends.
The Eko-in dates back to 1657 and is well know for taking care of deceased pets. The Ryogoku neighborhood is also where the sumo stadium is, as well as the Tokyo History Museum. It’s only 4 stops on the Sobu-line from Shinkoiwa, my station.
The urn with Mon’s ashes should be ready to be picked up on Wednesday.
Here are some photos from today. You can click on individual photos to see them larger.
I lit incense for Mon-chan, who is in the little box on the second shelf. I will take her to the Eko-in in Ryogoku on Sunday for cremation and a brief service. The Eko-in is an old temple going back about 400 years, and is where we did Hao’s cremation back in 2012.
The large box on the upper shelf contain’s Tao’s urn, and the little urn behind the box holding Mon-chan contains Hao’s remains.
Monta does, to my surprise, seem a bit lonely today, like he was looking for Mon-chan to have a squabble with. So I brought him into the office to hang out and he is crawling on my fingers as I’m trying to type this.
Mon-chan just passed away. When I went out earlier today she was fine. I got home a couple of hours ago and I think she was fine then. I was tired and didn’t pay much attention to tell the truth, but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary with either Mon or Monta. I feel guilty now for not looking closer when I got home. Instead I went shopping and came home and had dinner.
Then I went to play with them, as usual after dinner, and saw that Mon was sitting at the bottom of the cage, which she never does. When I went to pick her up she tried to fly but couldn’t. She was jumping and trying to fly.
Then she let me pick her up and she crawled into the palm of my hand, and I brought her back to the office where she seemed to relax in my hand. But after just a bit she went into spasms, which just lasted a few seconds, and passed away. Now she is lying still in my hand as I write this with one hand.
I’m very shocked and depressed. There was no indication she was ill. In fact her lame leg seemed to get better lately.
Mon was 7 years old and had the gentlest spirit I ever saw in a bird.