They (yep, it's 'them' again) say that if you love someone (thing, substitute as needs be for hand-reared wild animals), set them free. If they don't return, it warm't Meant to be.Or perhaps something less rhymeing than that, with a bit more literatural profundity. So perhaps that's the stance i need to take here. Perhaps we weren't meant to make it to the great 'rocking chairs on the front porch