Posted 9 months ago
Don't know how old he is, but I found him in an antique store. Obviously handmade, with suede paws on woolen material, a few moth holes, and little quirky ears. I returned home after a tour and while antique browsing helped me relax, I never thought that day I would find him because I wasn't really looking. It was love at first sight. He looked so pitiable and scared, as if to say "Get me out of here!" And so I did. He helped me a lot through PTSD, and even after 7.5 years with metabolic pruritis which makes me unable to hold him, I still very much treasure him being here with me.