I know it sounds cheesey, but I have learned so much from Piglet

That to let go doesn't mean you don't care. And that even sometimes, it is the right thing to do.

To be patient, and wait.

When I let him go from my window that first time, it was so hard.

I watched him try to get back to his home, and fail over and over.

Eventually, I had to stop watching.

He was waiting on a window ledge at ground level when I took the dogs out, so I brought him back inside.

Then a few weeks later, I really did let him go.

It terrified me. I let myself have a small cry, knowing I might never see him again.

And then he came back every day since then. 💙

The storm window I have on my bedroom actually does have a space for him to leave and come and go from...

I have to wait a bit longer to release him again, but when I do, it will be just as scary.

And if he doesn't come back, he doesn't. But I will always love him.