I feel like a murderer. After all those years with three children who told me firmly "Mum, if you are going to put teddies in a bag, you really MUST leave airholes so they can breathe.", what have I been doing? Packing cuddly toys into plastic bags, and firmly vacuuming out all the air!
Perhaps it is time they departed this house - but how can I do that? Firstly, they are not mine, and secondly, I remembered all their names as I packed them.
I have to have faith. Didn't I read somewhere that they have the ability to hibernate at will? Certainly, I whispered to them as they went into the bags, so if they were listening, they should be ok.
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JUST found your blog, and am not sure of the context of your post, but do feel to be a kindred spirit here. We have just made a final retirement move, and tubs (yes, many) of beloved stuffed animals have come out of storage. Young adult children don't "want" them. But I ((underline) can't give them up -- after all, who will remember the darling daughter (who was not a "doll person) coming home from kindergarten upset because her classmates were not enthralled by her stuffed ... anaconda snake? And Peter Rabbit -- he deserves to be saved, too. And so does the small but fully dressed rabbit family that has lived so happily in a zipped up ... carrot. :)
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