Sakura, May 24, 2024.
It is 7:50 in the morning. Kabosu is at home, and Sato is stroking her fur.
She "quietly passed away as if asleep while I caressed her," Sato wrote. She went peacefully, without suffering, feeling the warmth of Sato's hands.
No one ever knew her exact birthday. Sato believed she was about 18.