He wasn’t very old. Only about 6 years think. I remember I got him around my birthday, at CompUseless in Oxnard, one day after Dad and I went fishing at Lake Casitas. He didn’t really have a name, though among his nicknames was “little piece of shit.” That didn’t effect his stuttering personality. He wasn’t fancy either, just a basic Logitech Cordless Wheel Mouse. Not optical; in fact, for a mouse he was blind as a bat. And I don’t know the cause of death. Tomorrow, I’ll probably try a AAA batteryectomy, but I’m skeptical. In the past, he’s always given me a warning when he was feeling weak.

I don’t think I’ll replace him right away. For the time being, I had a backup in the drawer. It’s his brother, a Logitech wheel mouse with a cord. At least this one doesn’t stutter.

So it goes.