{"id":1782,"date":"2017-10-16T07:20:38","date_gmt":"2017-10-16T11:20:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/?p=1782"},"modified":"2017-10-19T11:58:35","modified_gmt":"2017-10-19T15:58:35","slug":"stuffed-puppys-final-trip-australia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/stuffed-puppys-final-trip-australia\/","title":{"rendered":"Stuffed Puppy’s Final Trip: Australia"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Robin<\/a>This is Puppy. She is going to Australia. Her third trip there. This time she will not be coming back.<\/span><\/p>\n

Stuffed Puppy. A gift to my daughter shortly after she was born, Puppy spent almost every night of Marika\u2019s twenty years tucked in the crook of her arm. Every time Marika left home for more than a day she took Puppy. Camp, vacations, weekends with friends, hospitals, and a year of college. In 2010, with cancer in remission, Marika probably brought Puppy to Australia. Puppy traveled there with me in 2012, as I scattered Marika\u2019s ashes.<\/span><\/p>\n

Puppy was always key to my communications with Marika. My words came out differently when they channeled through Puppy. Puppy didn\u2019t say, \u201cDon\u2019t you have homework to do?\u201d She said, \u201cCan I do homewawk wiv you?\u201d Years later, I would regularly fish Puppy out of hospital beds and pose her so Marika, returning from radiation, would find Puppy on top of the bed, hunched over a tea mug with napkin and cookie, like Puppy had a secret life of her own. Like I was leaving my daughter a kiss when we were no longer on touching terms.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ragged love-worn Puppy. With her brownish matted fur and long floppy ears, she often got mistaken for a rabbit. She looks kinda haggard now, threadbare in places. From her little alter in the middle of the house, she watches me, with a look in her shiny plastic eyes like she doesn\u2019t quite trust me. Like, she\u2019s wondering if I\u2019ll make good on my promise to \u201creturn\u201d her to her girl.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, what a dope, what the heck,\u201d you\u2019re saying, \u201cIt\u2019s just a piece of stuffed polyester.\u201d But no, Puppy is a part of myself I wasn\u2019t able to let go of the first time I went to Australia. And now, five years later, I am going back, ready to cremate Puppy and toss her ashes into the sea. Hopefully, there will be other mothers to celebrate with me. Maybe they, too, will have read Margery Williams\u2019 The Velveteen Rabbit <\/a>to their children, sniveling with tears spilling down their faces when they got to the part where the little boy\u2019s stuffed bunny gets tossed out to a rubbish pile. And maybe they\u2019ll understand that I need to wrap up Puppy\u2019s time here on earth because I can\u2019t bear to think of my daughter\u2019s beloved stuffed animal being heartlessly dumped into the trash after I die.<\/span><\/p>\n

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What did you hang onto for its sentimental value? What brings you comfort?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This is Puppy. She is going to Australia. Her third trip there. This time she will not be coming back. Stuffed Puppy. A gift to my daughter shortly after she was born, Puppy spent almost every night of Marika’s twenty years tucked in the crook of her arm. Every time Marika left home for more […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1062],"tags":[1357,1359,1360,1362,1358,1355,1356,1361],"class_list":["post-1782","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1062","tag-australia","tag-favorite-stuffed-animal","tag-objects-with-sentimental-value","tag-obsession-with-stuffed-animals","tag-ritual-to-celebrate-life","tag-talking-to-stuffed-animals","tag-the-velveteen-rabbit","tag-what-brings-comfort"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t