When I was little, I had a stuffed bunny rabbit named Jason. We (my parents and I) took a trip to Kansas to visit my Grammy and Granddad (my Moms folks). I carried Jason with me everywhere and this was no exception. I apparently fell asleep in the car and when we pulled into the driveway at Grammys house, my Granddad picked me up out of the car and carried me into the house to bed.
I woke up the next morning and Jason was no where to be found. I was panicked, my parents were panicked, it wasnt pretty. My Dad went and searched the car AGAIN and didnt find him. He was walking back into the house when he spotted Jason, OR, what was LEFT of Jason. Apparently the neighbor dog used Jason as a snack. Well, the Parental Units went into "save the child" mode and immediately ventured out to buy a "replacement" stuffed animal.
I ended up with Henry. This was actually a good thing. Henry was a cute little yellowish brown dog with black ears and a black nose and a tag across his chest that said Henry. I loved Henry so much. Jason was easily replaced with this cute little dog. I carried him everywhere. As a matter of fact, he slept in my bed even through my High School years.
I graduated from High School and was heading off to College. I packed the stuff that I would really need and put the rest of my important things in a BIG box in the closet at Moms house, Henry included.
My sister evidently put some unimportant looking stuff in the top of that box, because my Mom was cleaning out the room and closet and without looking too deeply in the box, she threw away my trophies and Henry. INSERT BIG SAD FACE HERE
Once my Mom realized what she had done, she was devastated. My poor Mother tried to make up for throwing Henry away for YEARS. Every Christmas, I would get a new stuffed animal A Cow, A Cabbage Patch, etc. Henry was not sold anymore and we didnt know who made him. So actually replacing Henry WITH a Henry was impossible.
One day a few years ago (about 8 or so), I went home to visit my Mom. We were sitting around just shooting the breeze when she suddenly jumped up and went to the back of the house. She returned with a rolled up brown paper bag. She said "I was going to wait until Christmas, but I just cant". My stomach sank, could it be? I opened that bag like something was going to bite me when I got into it. I reached inside and carefully pulled out a well worn, freshly washed, new nose sewn on, cuter than ever, HENRY!
My Mom and Step-Dad go to flea markets on occasion. According to my Mom, she was walking around just browsing and she "spotted Henrys foot" amongst a pile of stuffed animals. She said that she "nearly knocked a poor old lady over diving into the pile" to fetch Henry. She bought him and went to my Step-Dad and said "LOOK WHAT I FOUND!!" He was like WOW! She said guess how much I paid for him. He looked as she held up 3 fingers. He said 3 HUNDRED???? She laughed and said that it was 3 dollars. LOL!!
Now Henry sits beside my bed. In his rightful place.
Thanks for reading. I just thought it would be fun to write about my little buddy.
~Peace
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