My mom died from cancer a few weeks ago, and her black cat, Cole, was the only thing holding me together. When he disappeared after her funeral, I thought I’d lost the last piece of my mother. On Christmas Eve, Cole came back with something in his mouth, and where he led me next left me in tears.
It was four days before Christmas, and I was sitting in my mom’s living room, staring at the lights. She’d hung them too early. But that was her thing
