Angus

This is Angus.  He watches over each resident.   He enters the rooms quietly but purposefully, his dark gaze taking in everything.  When he appears satisfied that nothing is amiss, he departs,  only to return at least twice more during my visits.  My mother still sleeps, eyes closed, fist clenched in her lap.  I hope for a spark of life, of some indication she will join in my presence.  Till then, I'm fairly certain Angus will continue to keep watch.