She’s clearly got some separation anxiety after all – it just didn’t manifest in the first few days. She’s torn up the carpet by the door to the point that I probably can’t fix it with glue. We are both on a very steep learning curve.
Luckily for my finely tuned sense of rejection, Luna was immediately doting, trusting and clingy to a ridiculous level. She follows me around the house and sits next to me when I pause, gazing up lovingly.
I find it very hard to get it through my head that, no, I won’t “finish this bit off tomorrow”*. I’ve always had a bit of an issue coming to terms with things ending. This might be the longest thing that I have ended.