Farewell, Mission Control!

Okay, so that title is… a lot sadder than intended, but it’s about the truth, here.

Yaha has found a new home, and, as I write this, has been there for about a week.

It’s a wonderful home, and, from the updates we’ve been getting, he’s very happy and more snuggly than he ever was with us. Good, right?

And yet, it feels like I’m in a failing spaceship, looking at Earth, feeling like I could reach out and touch it, but knowing it’s out of reach.

Here’s the thing, though. He now lives, like, fifteen minutes away and we’ve been told visits will be a thing. He’s still settling in, happy, playful, and, as always, his special brand of mischievous. I’m happy that the shuttle landed safely, and most of the crew got home well.

But I’m still here.

Still adrift.

Still thinking that, maybe, I didn’t try all the controls, when I know I did. Waiting on help that will at least be a long time coming.

They’re coming, but, until then, there’s survival to worry about.

…And now I’m picturing Tony and Nebula playing paper football. *facepalm* Can you spell uber nerd?

Anyway, pulling out of that unnecessarily drawn out metaphor, I have some pictures left to upload, once I figure out the algorithms for doing that on this site. :/

Good news: he’ll have a job, he has a family that loves him. This home is likely the reason we’ve had him this entire time; God’s timing is always perfect, after all. So thank you, Thornburgs, for giving him his pet life. I will remember the adventure fondly forever.

Farewell, Mission Control. Thanks for trying. Don’t blame yourself; where there’s breath there’s hope. See you soon, friend!

We have not failed, and neither have you!

Lauryn