Post by Wolfiebear on Mar 26, 2013 13:38:52 GMT -5
Last May I found a Gund My First Bear at a fleemarket and fell in love with him. I gave him to my sister for her birthday because she was going through a rough time and I thought a teddy bear might help her, but I regretted parting with him because he was such a soft, cuddly squuzzybear and Sis never really was into bears, so I figured he would never be loved.
When she lived with us she kept him on her dresser, and I used to always pick him up and squuz him every time I'd walk by. I'd stand there for like five minutes just balling and hugging the bear. Then he disappeared on me, and I assumed one of her kids had found him and adopted him. I always kicked myself for parting with him, though, and I always wanted to find a bear like him.
A couple days ago I found a bear that looked sort of familiar. Today my sister came over and something told me to ask her what the label was on him. It turns out he's the exact bear I gave to her, and apparently he'd been in my pack all along. She said I could keep him, and really didn't act like she was that interested in him. It was just so weird. I've got my bear back.
When she lived with us she kept him on her dresser, and I used to always pick him up and squuz him every time I'd walk by. I'd stand there for like five minutes just balling and hugging the bear. Then he disappeared on me, and I assumed one of her kids had found him and adopted him. I always kicked myself for parting with him, though, and I always wanted to find a bear like him.
A couple days ago I found a bear that looked sort of familiar. Today my sister came over and something told me to ask her what the label was on him. It turns out he's the exact bear I gave to her, and apparently he'd been in my pack all along. She said I could keep him, and really didn't act like she was that interested in him. It was just so weird. I've got my bear back.
