I have a confession to make… I do not sleep alone at night. Every night when I climb into bed, I am greeted with a warm smile and a cuddly body to wrap my arms around. His name is Mr. M. He has been my constant sleeping companion for as long as I can remember. He has been in my family since before I was conceived so many moons ago. And since I am the baby, I have inherited him for keeps!
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. M and I have been through so much. I use to not be able to sleep without him tucked under my arms. He always traveled with me. Where ever I went, he was there right beside me. Even when I had a companion of the actual flesh and bone kind, Mr. M always managed to find his way in between my arms. I have however managed to leave him behind when I have sleep overs at male species places! He knows all my secrets and upon occasion has weighed in on sleeping partners…
Sadly Mr. M has had many surgeries since he has been in my care. He was nearly beheaded by having the unfortunate luck of being under my sister’s buttocks. I went to retrieve him before he suffocated and her ass was too big! His body lay in my hand while his head remained under her butt… Many tears were shed as his insides spilled out and he lay there nearly torn into two! Luckily Mother was able to perform surgery on him and he now only has a scar across his precious cloth neck. His sides bare scars from where his age began to show. Before performing surgeries on him, I would replenish his insides, to ensure his maximum cuddling capacity. He has not had a surgery in quite some time but I fear his end with me is drawing to close…
His face is starting to fade and grow very thin. I don’t know how to give him the face lift he desperately needs. How do you stop your beloved stuffed animal from disintegrating before you eyes? I try not to hold him tight but when you have something be a part of your life through everything, how do you not hold on tight?
What do I do? What magical procedure can I perform that will salvage the one true companion I have had my whole life?