Moving across country is not for the softhearted.
One must be willing to part with unnecessary items. Purge the dross. Winnow possessions to the basic few.
It is no time for sentiment.
Therefore, it is with heavy heart that I must say farewell to thee, Fluffy Bear. Steadfast Teddy these past 45 years.
Give or take a year.
Ah, how well I remember when you entered my life.
I, a sorrowful lass who lost her previous bear due to an unfortunate intake of far too much candy, and his subsequent visit to the washing machine.
Alas, poor Herman. Loved so dearly, gone so soon.
Then one sunny day, you entered my life after the family collected enough proof of purchase labels from a certain brand of toilet paper.
Our lavatory supplies were covered for the remainder of the year.
Your label read, “made of 100% fluffy synthetic fiber.” Hence your name. Fluffy.
Our early years were carefree and bright. Remember the times you watched me standing on the seat of the backyard swing, singing at the top of my lungs?
I’M ON THE TOP OF THE WORLD LOOKIN’
DOWN ON CREATION!
You were so kind, never pointing out my sour notes.
Later you donned your dapper attire, looking oh-so-noble in my niece’s cast-off baby jacket.
Perhaps other bears would object to the wearing of pink, but not you. You were comfortable in your skin.
And later when your nose fell off? Or your tongue? Oh, how many times they fell off! But each time you withstood the needle with such stoic silence.
It was admirable.
Sadly, all things must come to an end. And so it is with you, dear Fluffy. It is time we bring this relationship to a close.
Goodbye to you, my trusted friend…
Don’t look at me like that, Fluffy. It’s for your own good. Do you know how cold it gets in Minnesota? You’d hate it there.
And that hole in your back? It’s not getting any smaller, you know. Why, the move alone might do you in. Never mind the cold.
Fluffy, no! Turn those orange plastic eyes away from me!
Be reasonable, Fluffy! I’m 50… um… some-odd-years-old. A 50-some-odd-years-old woman doesn’t keep a teddy bear.
It just won’t do!
You never know. You might like the landfill. Think of all the other toys you’ll meet.
Discarded dolls… unwanted G.I. Joes… unloved teddy bears…
Gah! I’m sorry Fluffy, please forgive me!
*rescues from trash*
Come to Minnesota! We’ll keep each other warm! I’m sorry I ever considered parting; what was I thinking?
You and me, Fluffy. From now until the end of time, that is my promise.
Here’s your travel bed — my dresser’s top drawer…
See you in Minnesota, Fluffy. ❤️