Where’s my dead cat now?

Most of my family is still alive, so my experience with death is limited. My father died the day Trump was elected. (My cousin refers to this as “the asshole exchange.”) I wasn’t close to my dad. He was an abusive person and when you grow up with an abusive parent, you adjust. I lost him a long time ago. That was my adjustment.

But when my cat, Chuck, died it ripped my heart out. He was the most loving, supportive being…