Aren't you a little old to sleep with a teddy bear?
Well, yes, I suppose I am. But, really, what is age? And when someone is in need of comfort, does it really matter who or what provides it?
I've slept with Schlep for about seven years. I got him when I was in the depths of my depression. I just felt like I needed something to hold. A security blanket of sorts.
Trust me, I felt a little silly. But Schlep got me through some really rough nights.
And now? He's more of a habit. An arm pillow of sorts.
Gigi was very threatened by him for a long time. Now she knows she's alpha dog around here, so even she sleeps on him sometimes. It makes me smile.
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Besides... whatever works. I was lucky to have 2 live cats during my depression. Don't know if I would have made it through without them.