Sad News today.
When I walked into my condo to continue working on the "punch" list, I did my normal thing of yelling out "Hey, [w]Ho Tat, Ma-ma is here."
Upon entering the kitchen, I noticed that her carrier's door was nearly closed but she usually would push it open with either her head or her paw but that wasn't done.
As I turned to go to the corner in the living room where she would usually curl up and take a nap was when I spotted her lying in the only cabinet that didn't have its door attached.
When I bent over to pick her up that's when I noticed a pool of yellowish liquid under her head and shoulders. As I touched her I felt the stiffness of her body.
My "aggravating" companion for the last 15 years finally succumbed to the stress of the lightening strike/fire and all that was happening afterward.
Best Bud dug a small grave for me.
I said my "Thank-yous" and asked God to keep an eye on her.
Rest well my friend.