So this arvo i've rescued my daughters 'Elmo' stuffed toy from the jaws of Bronx TWICE !!!...my fault i left the back door open.
BUT IT GETS EVEN WORSE, WAY WORSE....NUMBINGLY WORSE !!!!
I just came back from having a beer with a nieghbour and looked out the back to see foam everywhere. I was angry with Bronx and myself..3 times how dumb can i be???...how will i tell Emmy that Elmo has been gutted like a rabbit ??
Then i realised the foamish material was a yellowy brown colour......not the white colour found in the new type of soft toys.
I froze....my heart sank...surely not. NO, NO NO !!!!
There he was ....lying face down....mutilated.
My 'Curious George' that i was given the day i was born....my bestest buddy in the whole world....my mate who helped me sleep every night...my mate who listened to my lifetime of woes from illness as a kid....to girl problems as a teenager......to just still sitting on my bedside table as an adult. 34 and a half years.......and this is where it ends.....
I apologised to him, held him and hugged him,.... and hes resting back in his favourite spot.....face torn, stomach torn, each foot holed......foamy intestines about 80% gone
I kicked that brindle bastard in the ass twice on his way past !! Hes lucky i dont bloody shoot him !! I could just F'n kill him !!!!
I'm going to ring mum and see if she's willing to restuff and hand stitch him back together...cant be any harder than the taxidermy she does.
He wont be the same smiling, happy..... 'Curious' face that has kept me happy for nearly 35 years....but i cant just give up on him. I'm nearly in tears over this....i feel like crap.
I want my George back...not some bloody patch worked teddy.
I dont care if anyone finds it funny i still have my childhood teddy...hes my mate. But now hes dead.