Okay, it’s 24 hours later and neither of us is dead. We’re standing down our suicide watch and examining what happened: going through the game Canada played and how they played it.
For instance, the rejection notification was sent to our very first (and now deceased) immigration lawyer. It was almost 11 years since we had dealt with him, or he had any interaction with Immigration on our behalf. His daughter intercepted the official rejection, or we would never have known until the option to appeal had long expired (this was very likely their intention). They had our current lawyer’s info, of course, she submitted the documentation. Although Canada Immigration (in all its different names and guises) put our lives on hold for six years, jerking us around for 2200 days over a citizenship application, they are required to allow us 30 days to file an appeal.
To reiterate: they get 2200 days to trash our lives, and we get 30 days to appeal… Canada: gotta love it, eh!