There is absolutely no excuse to leave pets to die in a hot car

It’s July 1st. Canada’s birthday. It’s sweltering, with the temperatures soaring into record setting territory, the humidity chasing all but the youngest, fittest, and perhaps most inebriated, indoors. It’s hot outside. I’m melting. I think back to being a kid in a house with no air conditioning, and remember that thing about being the youngest. My father fought against central air, no doubt because he was the most inebriated.
The day before in identical temperature