September 20, 2021:

We found him dead beneath acacias, in fetal position with his head resting uphill against shallow roots.

He'd wandered from our workspace in a sudden spasm of energy. In hindsight we speculated he must have felt the onset and, either from stubbornness or embarrassment, insisted on dying unseen.

Death in darkness, death all alone. Except unlike where, say, cats go to die, he chose dappled daylight, and a warm breeze, and the sparkle of nearby streams.