How?

How can I be so happy and so sad at the same time?  I’m trying to not think about it, but I can’t stop.   I got what I wanted… Mufasa is in his kennel on his way to his new home.  But I really miss him already.   When I came back in the house after waving good-bye the door was slightly ajar and my heart jumped into my throat thinking he’s escaped.  Then I remembered he was gone and came inside.  I sat down in my chair and waited for him to come into the room to see what I was up to… he didn’t come and I remembered again he was gone.  Then when I started to go upstairs and I expected him to run ahead of me on the stairs… he’s not here anymore.  That’s good news, I can sew uninterrupted, doubly so since the boys brought the sewing machine and cabinet downstairs.  But I still miss him.  I knew I would, but I can visit him in his new home sometime soon if I’m invited.  I know he will be happy to have Mike and Kelly back again, and I know that sooner or later he and Roscoe will become friends, or at least learn to tolerate each other. 

And I know that I will rejoice the first time John and I want to run away and CAN because we don’t have anything here to worry about…
but I’ll miss him…


PS, Yes I know you told me so, just don't rub it in!