My teddy bear from my childhood has been adopted by Evie. She has decided that he needs looking after and if I am not cuddling him, she should take over.
Gruff has been distraught at this prospect as he thinks I don’t love my teddy bear anymore.
I had to tell him that I do still love him, I love him enough to share him with Evie.
He’s quite a looker these days, he has my Grandfather’s sock sewn onto the back and a bandage for his tummy. He has one arm and lost his nose many moons ago. He has been to University, he has watched me draw and grow while he slowly fell apart.
I have had to spend the evening cuddling my Teddy bear to reassure Gruff that I do still love him…I’m sure Ted’s looking happier now, what do you think?