"If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you."
Dad helped me with that bit. It's from a book called Winnie-the-Pooh and that's how I feel about a certain someone in my life. You've probably heard me mention him before but I don't think you've been formally introduced. His name is Stripey and he's my best friend, my mate, my buddy, my chum, pal, playmate and sidekick. He's everything to me.
He was a present from my godmummy Kathryn and we've been thick as thieves ever since we first met. In fact, I can't sleep unless he's by my side. I'm not sure what it is I like about him so much but I guess it's just that he's always there for me. He's there when I wake up, there when I want to play and right there by my side when I'm tired or upset. A thoroughly good egg you could say!
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My buddy Stripey. |
As you can tell, me and Stripes are partners in crime and I'd be lost without him, so we had a bit of a shock the other day when me, mum and dad found this on our way for a swim...
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...Stripey? |
The same beige fur, the same blue and white stripey top and the same kind red heart on his chest - it looked just like Stripey...
But fear not! Mum and dad thought about it for a minute and were positive that Stripey was tucked up in bed at home and I always, always trust them. As soon as we got home we checked upstairs and there he was, chilling out as usual - good old Stripey!
I'm so glad that my Stripey is ok, but it makes me sad to think that somebody else hasn't got their's anymore. The worst thing is that they might not even know where their's is, they might just think he's lost. At least if they found him then they could say goodbye properly. Poor them.
Oh wait, dad's just told me that Stripeys live in some place called Ikea and that there are
loads around, so they should be able to find another one. Yay!
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Aaah, good to have him back! |
Hope I didn't scare you too much godmummy Kathryn... Thanks so much for Stripey!
Phoenix Love x x x