30 SEP 2024. Paco noticed that my keyboard had stopped clicking. Not just for a moment — but with the finality of a man who had run out of things to say that mattered. The click, click, click of his toenails on the hardwood floor grew louder as he approached. He stopped in the doorway and stared at me with that “it’s time to go” look that he had given me hundreds of times before. But this time was different, and he knew it.