A furry ball of brown hair with a stitched on smile and dark marble eyes
A mixture of dryer sheets and my shampoo
Silent until it tumbles off the bed and the plastic nose clinks on the ground
Never tasted it, but it tastes probably hairy
Coarse, worn fur that has been matted down from overuse
He’s always smiling back at me with the same comforting face
He’s been through a lot from trips through the washing machine and dryer to being used as my pillow
When I was little, I thought him falling was him breaking, that little nose shattering, the fall from the bed being deadly
I’ve always been extra careful to not let him become my puppy’s chew toy, to him, everything tastes good
So many hugs given and tears wiped up, all shown in the stains and each and every tuft of fur
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