Dear Prudence,
I dearly love cats. At this point in my life, I’ve had to say goodbye to six cats, all whom lived a long and happy life. Last Christmas, my brother commissioned a very large and expensive painting of all my cats, past and present. It was a lovely and sentimental gift, but it makes me sad every time I look at it. He comes over often and I don’t want to hurt his feelings. I also don’t want to burst into tears every time I see it. What do I do?