Second sad stuffed animal story... my crazy aunt Ginny gave me and my sister each a teddy bear. My sister's was called Apricot Bear and mine was Chocolate Bear. I loved this bear so much it breaks my heart. The only person who could ever find him when I lost him was my sister, so I began calling HER chocolate bear. This bear was played with for so long and so intensely, I wore him down to just a paw. My mother had to sew this paw up again and again until it was just a gross little brown stump, but I still adored him. One day I came home from kindergarten and the maid had thrown out Chocolate Paw thinking it was trash. God how I cried. And still cry. I've gotten to calling my husband Chocolate Paw since he has a knack for finding lost things. I can't let chocolate bear go!
So, in honor of all the brave animals that have been beaten down by childhood, today is about stuffed animals, and the most wonderful I could find on the web.
From the genius Christiane Cegavske: