Lately I have developed a new way to love Bear, and it involved chewing on Bear. POP, off came one of Bear's legs, then a couple of days later, POP off came another leg. My lady sewed up the holes and I stopped chewing and went back to lovin' Bear in other ways. (get your mind outta the gutter) Then one night I discovered that Bear was filled with really lovely, soft, white stuff. And I could pull that lovely, white stuff out with my teeth (once I ripped open the really bad sewing job). So I pulled and pulled and pulled and apparently killed Bear.
Destructive Love, I loved him to death. Here is Bear in all his destroyed glory.
I'm gonna miss you Bear, and I promise to wait at least one day before I replace you with Piggy.....
8 comments:
Our dead stuffies all go to heaven, and their stuffins become clouds for them to run and play on.
Bussie Kissies
Buster
such a sad story, but stuffies are easy come easy go. at least in this house!
Oh no.. poor bear.. Can't he be saved anymore?
~ fufu
Poor Stuffy! But don't feel bad...you're just doing what you do best!~ Um, did you leave bear's eyeballs alone??
Tobes
ack!!! I know. I love Mr Camel. Mr Octopus, Mr Ugly Chicken the same way you do Mr Bear.
ha! this story sounds familiar!
wet wet licks
Boo
Hey Murph,
Don't feel bad, you're supposed to tear up your toys. Why else would they put that lovely white stuffing in it, but for us to play with it? Maybe your mom can fix his legs so you can start all over again :)
T-man
I never destroy my toys! Sometimes I rip them by accident and bring them to Mama so she can stitch them up asap.
She's a great stuffy doctor!
XOXOXO
Chelsea
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