I leave in the morning for the mountains and will be gone about a week. Which means gone from "my" lake. Which means I admittedly have anxiety about leaving behind Papa Goose who is not "mine" of course but tell that to my possessive and obsessive heart!
Though so excited to slip away a bit, I will miss him terribly. I will worry about him terribly. As I fed him this morning, I told him "I would be right back" - the same thing I always told my children when they were young and what I always tell my fur children now - even if only going to the grocery store. Papa Goose looked at me and let me pet his head. His wild in nature head. Me being a sensitive freak, I teared up. And as I reminded him to stay away from cars and bad people, he shook and spread his gorgeous wings to dry off droplets from his early morning swim. One of his feathers fell floated to the ground at our feet. The thing is, Papa Goose doesn't leave very many feathers behind. So, I asked him if this treasure was for me. And with his good eye he told me yes. This I know.
Love has no language barriers.
I will take his most beautiful feather with me. And yes Papa, I will be right back.
And I love you. ❤️
xo