B is for...
BEAR.
Gentle readers, this is Toby. He is 74 years old, so he's a senior citizen teddy. Over the years, he's had the fur and plush literally loved right off him. He was given to my mother for Christmas in 1938 (when she was two). He was passed down to me when I was about ten. He now has a place of honor in my maternal grandfather's leather chair in the corner of my bedroom, along with an equally well-loved Rags (a stuffed dog given to me by the same grandfather when I was nine months old -- he passed away before I turned one, so I never truly knew him). Toby's had a long life and a lot of adventures. He deserves a posh retirement.
BEAR.
Gentle readers, this is Toby. He is 74 years old, so he's a senior citizen teddy. Over the years, he's had the fur and plush literally loved right off him. He was given to my mother for Christmas in 1938 (when she was two). He was passed down to me when I was about ten. He now has a place of honor in my maternal grandfather's leather chair in the corner of my bedroom, along with an equally well-loved Rags (a stuffed dog given to me by the same grandfather when I was nine months old -- he passed away before I turned one, so I never truly knew him). Toby's had a long life and a lot of adventures. He deserves a posh retirement.
Current Mood: 
nostalgic
nostalgicCurrent Music: The Big Bang Theory
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