Yes, I’m a goose … so to speak.
Bases on some informal “research” I have come to the conclusion that I’m a goose-type person.
A friend told me that she had read that sometimes when the mate of a goose is wounded or otherwise injured that the healthy mate will stay by the wounded one at his or her own mortal peril.
In other words the goose risks death for the sake of loyalty.
The goose would rather die than desert his or her mate.
So, yes, I’m a goose and very happy to say so. I would rather die than abandon this beautiful person who is my wife.
So go ahead and call me a goose.
I’m good with that.
