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The original intention of this video was to show how sad and dry the Saguaro and desert plants were after another summer with practically no rain in Arizona. Well, to our delight and surprise, we got a heavy monsoon rain a few days after recording the first part of this video. After the plants had about a week to soak up the life saving water, I was able to record the second part of the video to show how much better the plants looked after the rain. When the hints of the storm arrived, I grabbed my camera and my phone and plopped down on the patio to try to catch some lightening. I got a little bit on camera but it's not the best. The clearer shots of lightening are actually taken at 16x slow motion on my phone. I also had my old camera sitting on my lap recording as well. I may have ruined the lens by allowing rain splashes to get on it. Oh well... I hope you enjoy! Connect with me on Instagram: Β Β /Β cookiescactiΒ Β My website: https://www.cookiescacti.com ************* ************* It is Aug 23 as I write this post, 53 days after Cookie died. The edges of the pain of loss are slowly smoothing out with time with the jagged edges still coming out and slashing at times. I have noticed a morning or two where my thoughts didn't go to her immediately upon waking. However, there are still many mornings when I feel that pang of panic at the thought that she is forever gone. One morning I woke up thinking about memories of Cookie lying next to me on the couch with her back pressed firmly against my thigh on my left side and her body wrapped around my left arm such that my hand was resting on her soft chest. I can still feel all the sensations. And then it dawned on me that I couldn't remember the motions of how she plopped herself down next to me and the anxiety surged as panic took over. She had done this probably hundreds of times, most of the time while I was preoccupied with something else, like talking on the phone or watching TV, which meant the motion of her joining me wasn't consciously recorded. It was such a normal rhythm finding that one moment I was on the couch by myself and the next moment she's lying next to me wrapped around my arm and I'm absentmindedly petting her. I still often find myself in disbelief that she's gone. Even though I knew the end was coming and I watched her decline and then helped her cross over. My brain knows that her time here was done but my heart refuses to accept it.