I am a funny creature. It is a really good job he is 10,100 miles away. Or this would be a problem! A serious problem!!!
What eases my conscience is that I have told “Jack” that I have been very much in love with Goldfinch and still miss him enormously. Jack is being very good about it. He seems to understand that it is hard to let go. He says those memories with Goldfinch are very special. (And he is right, they are. They are part of me now.) But Jack says he and I are going to build lots of special memories too.
At the moment there is something about birds. I see birds sitting on the bird-feeder in the garden pecking at peanuts. I see pigeons perched on roof-tops. I see a little red-breasted robin that seems to perch on the wall so it can greet me whenever I arrive home at my little nest, I always say “hello” when I pass it you know.
But every bird I see makes me think of Goldfinch. I do wish he was here. But it is probably a very good thing he is not. Or else my life would be in a real pickle.