The beginning of an ending

This morning, I woke up to a tiny dog who appeared to have to go outside, yet previously left me two little presents on the floor. Upon my return from letting both the dogs out the back door, I discovered a large branch of my two-year old miniature palm tree from Joe on the floor.

I had the pot on top of the refrigerator because it's not supposed to be exposed to the sun (strange for a palm, non?). I haven't re-potted it with new soil for two years and it'd gotten pretty dry. Plus, the cat probably knocked it down. It was sad.

Oh, the story behind this? Joe got it for me on his trip to Florida, and he kept saying I could never keep it alive. I like to prove everyone wrong. Where can you go to buy half a cup of potting soil? Sigh.