Wearing a teddy?

Ursh bought me this Care Bear. Its name was “work of heart” and I thought it one of the most pretty bears I’d ever seen, but I’m sad to say that I never really got to play with it much.

First it fell down the side of my bed and basically got ignored. Falling down the side of the bed is akin to committing snuggle suicide as I’m forever forgetting to go and check what has leapt down there. I meant to, I just … didn’t.

Then one of our cats got a-hold of it and made it her Arch Nemesis! I swear there was nowhere I could hide it without her finding it and chewing on it’s legs, ears and face with unholy joy! It ended up with a bunch of holes, honorable war wounds, I planned on sewing up.
I meant to, I just….didn’t.

It then fell down the side of Ursh’s bed (It wasn’t very a very original teddy was it?) and then got lost when we were painting and tiling.
By the time we found it again it was far, far beyond saving. Most of it was still there, caked in dust, grout and funny unidentified sticky stuff. (What is it with unidentified sticky stuff? Where does it come from and why does it only ever occur on things you like?)
It was with great sadness that we had to admit that nothing would bring it back this time, and it was ‘not so honorably’ tossed in the trash.

So of course now that it’s gone I miss it. I’ve never been able to find another one like it. (Not that one would particularly want to come here if it heard about the life of it’s predecessor)
Still, it makes you sort of remember to appreciate what you do have and not take it for granted.
I think I need a cuddle now… 