It is reported to me that my dog will not leave Mrs. Caldo’s side. He must know. I have heard that this is typical behavior right until the very end; at which point they go off to die alone. Last night a company email informed me that a friend has executed this same maneuver. A month ago he moved to be closer to his mother. When he didn’t show up to a Sunday function a search party was sent to his house. He appeared to have died in his sleep, years shy of 50.
I do not know if I will see him again. He was a non-practicing Methodist who had little interest in talking about Christ, church, etc. The way he spoke of them was as a part of his childhood environment.
The laptop, being fully of this world, limps on with a prosthetic. The drive is fine, and is now in an enclosure from which I can boot via the USB bus.