You may have seen Moon's stuffed toy in pictures here and there. Well, that's Fluffy. She's had it since her first Christmas. It's a stuffed bone with one of those squeakers in it. I know. I know. We are not supposed to give our dogs that kind of toy. Moon has always been fine with it. Since I am not a cardiologist, I never wanted to perform surgery to remove Fluffy's heart (the squeaker). And so it stayed.
Several months ago, long before moving, I came across Fluffy while packing. Noticing it had several small holes, I was tempted to simply toss it. I chose otherwise, placing it in my sewing basket as I packed. Well, now that I can sit for short periods, I dug out my sewing basket to try to play catch up and there it was right on top.
Moon watched intently as I stitched and re-stitched. It was as if she knew Fluffy was in good hands even though many surgeries had been performed on Fluffy in the past.
When I was done, she gently took him out of my hand and placed him right on her bed. Moon was happy as I watched her placed her head on top of him. As with so many other things, they only need our time.