Teddy

Pipistrello's Teddy 

Dear Reader, it has been a little while since I sent you a missive, but this is just a quick hello today. Cro over at Magnon's Meanderings was talking about Teddy Bears yesterday and I thought to bring mine out of the wardrobe to introduce him to you. His name, of course, is Teddy and he is precisely one year younger than your correspondent.

He once was barely out of sight or reach of the rather much smaller version of myself, as can be seen by the well-loved condition of his wooly coat. I don't remember what his nose looked like before it rubbed back to the hide as I seem only to know it in its present state and his right paw is rather worse for wear after a close encounter with a Labrador about twenty years ago, when he was already pretty fragile. And yes, it is a bit of stuffing that peeks out of his belly.

All his loose bits are kept safely tucked inside the dust cover he reclines upon, my old Library Bag, which is itself only a few years younger, and he lives out his mature years in the wardrobe now. He and I have sort of kept pace with one another over the years - a bit less hair, some rubbed and worn conditioning to our respective coverings, little bits of stuffing missing from our innards, but I'm happy to say I haven't been in the jaws of an animal much larger than myself, so all my digits are still accounted for.

Teddy also seems to have shrunk!

Love at first sight!