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A woman went away for her annual 2 week vacation (since she's a liberal, she probably goes to the South of France, land of cheese-eating surrender monkeys). Two days into he vacation she gets an e-mail from her house-sitting brother saying "Your cat died".
She is heartbroken, but feels there's no point in returning home but the rest of her vacation is ruined.
Upon her return home she talks to her brother, saying that he could have approached the subject with more compassion and built her up for the cruel denouement.
She suggests that Brother should have done something like the following:
Day 1: "Your cat's on the roof"
Day 2: "Your cat's still on the roof, but we're working hard to get her down"
Day 3: "your cat's still on the roof, is getting weak, but we've called the Fire Department".
Day 4: "The Fire Department came to rescue your cat but ended up scaring her and she fell off the roof. She's at the vet getting the best of care".
Day 5: "Sadly, despite the best efforts of the vet, your cat has died. We are with you in your grief".
Sister explains that this would have prepared her for accepting the death of her cat in stages, a much better approach than the stark reality being dumped on her out of the blue.
Brother agrees.
Next year, the woman returned to the south of France.
Next day she received an e-mail from her brother.
"Mom's on the roof".
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