I remember her fondly. When I was happy she was there and when I was sad, she knew just how to comfort me. Ohh how I miss my friend. Nothing could replace her. Dirty or clean, she was perfect. Just absolutely perfect.
She was multi-colored with a silky corner. You know the kind that if you cried you would take the edge of the corner and tickle your cheek. It would magically soothe you. At that moment you knew your hurt would pass.
I drug her along to every event. I was proud of her and refused to give her up even when I got the “aren’t you to old for that”. No I hollered and you aren’t getting her!
She was perfect and I carried her proudly. My Blanket, my perfect soothing wonderful friend. How at times, now in my adulthood, I miss you!