I recently bought a piece of property and started doing work at it to build a house in the meantime renting a cabin. So... yesterday I woke and went about my morning as I do. Go down stairs greet my Gracie dog good morning, get the fireplace stoked up so the propane heater doesnt turn on, sit and meditate with Yogi Bryan... got everything settled and headed to the property to work. Around 11 I went to my truck to go back and check up on Gracie. My phone, that was in my truck, had multiple messages on it asking if I was OK. My landlord messaged and said The cabin is on fire! I raced back and much do my dismay there were fire departments from 3 towns. Needless to say Gracie did not make it. I leaned really hard on my breath and used the FUCK mantra. Though this is a tragedy I know it will be ok.