Love is Hard

On Saturday morning, I found my Ginger dead.

She'd been acting strange (er) for the last few days, and I knew something was up.  But being a goose, she wasn't talking. 

I miss my girl.  She survived a horrible dog attack years ago, but never was quite the same afterwards.  She hatched out two duck babies to keep her company last year, and I'm proud to say that they always slept with her, because she would badger them until they did.  She was a funny one.

I will miss her complaining honk.

I will miss her insistent push into the garage for food, even though she wasn't allowed to do so.

I will miss her hiding her head in my shirt.

I will miss her scolding.

I will miss seeing her yell at the pool.

I will miss the way she would be hell-bent to set on eggs wherever she wanted, even if that place wasn't the safest.

She was unique, and a little light has gone out of the world with her passing.

Rest in peace, pretty girl.