Update from here: http://forums.anandtech.com/showthread.php?t=2052895
It's been two weeks since I lost Mousey. I have cried nearly every night since then. Every time I hug bunny I'm reminded that Mousey isn't there anymore. He's gone. And I won't be getting him back.
I was 14 years old and it was 1999 when I made Mousey in my freshman Home Ec. class. I had actually ordered two stuffed animal kits, one of a duck that I really wanted to construct well, and one of Mousey ("Squeaky" as the catalog called it) for practice purposes since it was my first time sewing anything. As fate would have it, Mousey turned out fantastic while Ducky was overstuffed and hard as a rock. But Mousey was far from perfect - his right eye was slightly more forward than the left, he hardly looked anything like the photo on the kit, and his tail had visible stitches all along its length because I couldn't figure out a way to hide them. But to me he was super adorable and I chose to give him a personality that at its core consisted of loving everything unconditionally - basically a personality I wish I could have had but couldn't due to my human flaws. Mousey loved everything, and everyone. He was innocent.
I carried Mousey with me everywhere in all those years of high school. I took him to all my classes, all my tests, and even my senior prom. He was there when my eyes were first opened to the natural wonders of the American West, to which the love of nature and the spirit of wanderlust are at my very core today. He was thrown around, abused, hidden, and even stolen by bullies who didn't care to think about their actions. But he always managed to come back, none the worse for wear. He was there while I took tests. He was there while I practiced tennis. He was there as I learned how to drive stick. He was there when I had my first kiss. And I was there when he gave kisses to many a girl.
He made me giggle with the silly look he would make when I scrunched his face. He made my high school crush melt with his furry ears. He made people laugh as I squeezed his squeaker. He made me smile with his blank, almost confused stare. He lent me his warmth and softness at night and his unconditional love when I was sad. When faced with difficult choices the idea of what he would think of me for doing A or B always led me to do the right thing.
I would pray with Mousey in times of despair. We would wish with all our mights for world peace. We would ask ourselves how much a tiny little mouse baby who loves everyone could possibly hope to do.
Towards the end of high school I was given Bunny as a Christmas present and from then on it was Bunny and Mousey. At the end of high school I recorded my last quote in the yearbook as "Mousey loves everyone, and everyone includes you!"
Mousey was there when I left home for college. During college Mousey traveled. A lot. All across the United States we drove, hiked, and explored. Mousey has even flown to China, Japan, and South Korea. He sat on top of rocks overlooking mountain vistas. He snuggled in the passenger seat as I drove. He was strapped to the top of my pack as I hiked. He was always there to welcome me back to safety after photographing out in the field. We shared more nights than I can remember snuggled up in my sleeping bag under the stars. We slept in the car, in the desert, in the forest, in the mountains, in the snow, in the city, in motels, in a monastery, and on a water tower. He was even there giving me comfort on a few nights I thought I would not survive.
Mousey was there when I graduated college and moved to Arizona. He stuck with me on my wild soul searching journey afterwards. We continued to share nights under the stars until I settled down in California, and then we went back to snuggling like we had always done at home.
And Mousey was there... two weeks ago. And now.... he's not.
I'm sorry......... i cant go on anymore. I'm just going to... hold bunny tight and cry myself to sleep.
locked as the tone of this thread has been switching toward personal attackish -DrPizza
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