
I rlly think that family members shouldn't meddle with stuffs especially when you've had it for years.
I too, had a betty boop toy that I've had since I was 6 and it's been with me till this day. it holds a special place in my heart, probably cuz it was given by my mother and it's been my best friend cuz I wasn't allowed to go out. It makes me feel happy and at ease.
anw ur poor mr.fluffy def misses u too, it just sucks that they had to throw it away when it can just be fixed and it holds dear memories of ur childhood. any new stuffies can't replace mr.fluffy.
although customizing a new one that looks exactly like mr.fluffy might work, you'll prolly feel diff abt it cuz it's not your original "mr.fluffy" do u perhaps have photos with it cuz so if u ever want to customize one. u can just think of it as mr.fluffy coming back after goin on vacation for years

100%, childhood stuffies carry childhoods, although, I do wanna talk about a childhood blanket of mine with a similar story
I had this pink blanket stripes on one side and I think flowers on the other(Sadly dont remember anymore) I've had the blanket since I was around 7 - 8, I would parade around my house with it, it was the only blanket I would ever use all the time, just one day I couldnt find it, and only found out my mom threw it away because it had a stain that wouldn't come off. I was 12-13 at the time, but in all honesty I cried about it
I find it kinda unbelievable someone can grab another person's things and decide on their own to just throw it away, even if theyre family, or very close. I understand trying to help clean someone's room up, or whtv, but I dont know, just because something doesnt hold dear to you, doesnt mean it doesnt hold dear to someone else. But obv the unbelievable happened to me.
And I'm sure Mr.Fluffy misses you as much as you do, nothing can replace the original ^_^
Topic: My childhood stuffie.
Is this a safe place to say that I feel like having plushies as a child literally carries childhoods? I hope so because I miss mine.
His name was Mr.fluffy. He was a stuffed dog a got on Valentine's day, he was a soft light blue color and holding a pink heart, with round beaded eyes that were so cute. I'll probably never forget him.
He was there in every single one of my memories as a child, even as he got uglier as the years went on. (His stuffing was spilling out and one of his eyes were long gone, not to mention all the ashes he had in his skin, burn marks and the fact we ripped his heart off). But he still meant something to me y'know?
Unfortunately my mom threw him out when I turned ten and gaslit me into thinking I just lost him (which isn't possible I literally kept him in my bed all day everyday), because I was too old to have one. But I miss him so much everyday, I hate that I can't remember his smell or how he looked clearly.
I got a build a bear to try and replace him, but of course I didn't care about it like I did with fluffy. Now everyone is upset that like 100 and something dollars were spent on a beat I don't give a shit about, but I just want Mr.fluffy back.
Yap session: concluded.
(P.S: I will be back on my usual bullshit topics)