I love my teddy bear



Since I lost my old cat Pyewacket to an attack by a huge dog, I have taken to talking to my teddy bear, Marmaduke.

This may seem an odd thing for a grown man to do, but pets are not allowed in the apartment block I now live in.  No people are allowed in my place, and a guy has to talk with someone.

And you know what?  I’m certain that Marmaduke takes in every word, and would give me good advice, if he only could.

I know he loves spiritual feeling of the dawn coming up over the sea, and those last minutes before sunset, just as much as I do.

Marmaduke, my teddy bear and friend.




6 responses

  1. Talking to a teddy bear … not at all odd! I have a teddy bear, Pierre, and a stuffed Eeyore, and I talk to them whenever I am troubled … they at least have the sense not to offer meaningless platitudes, and to know when to keep their mouths shut! And I am so sorry about Pyewacket … 😥

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  2. I’m sorry, losing a pet, especially in such a tragic manner as that must be so hard. There’s nothing wrong with talking to a bear, they are wise creatures, that’s why they’re given to the youth, because they understand and carry that with them into adulthood. Peace. Kim

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  3. Sorry to hear about your cat 😦 I talked to my stuffed animals all the time. I just found in my attic a teddy bear that my deceased grandma had brought to the hospital for me when I was first born. I’m sure I’ll talk to it all the time since my grandma is no longer around.

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  4. I am sorry a huge dog attacked your cat. I am glad that you have a teddy.

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    1. Thank you for your kind words.


  5. How sweet..is that 🙂

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