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Perhaps I have grown a fool. For sure, I doubt that any creature with a bit more intelligence and wittiness than it would take a normal being. Perhaps my brash actions have damaged its brain. it must be it.
My own pet, the one which I have grown accustomed to its strange episodes of independence, has asked me to let it go.
Rich, isn’t it? Let it go, because it no longer feels safe around its master, and it no longer wants its family to stay close to me. I am more amazed that it managed to form a family on its own than at the request, in all honesty.
The answer was simple, and its trust was appreciated - but the gesture was naive. it could have ran away and never came back, but I do suppose that a pet never ends up much farther away from their master. They’re all leashed to my wrist.
And at the right moment? They will be reminded of that.
