Let’s Talk About Death

In which the author conflates personal grief with societal angst.

Frank T. Cat Sinatra Paulsen / Photo and crappy editing by author.

To be specific, my cat Frank died overnight between Friday and Saturday. Today is Sunday and I am still grieving hard for his passing. I suspect I will be for some time to come.

Frank was fifteen years and ten months old. That is a good long life for an American Longhair who is mostly Maine Coon. He lost most of his teeth about a…