World weary, yet wise, from a life long lived.
Sporting threadbare patches from years of cradling hugs and comforting strokes when woken from bad dreams in the middle of the night.
Ears, tattered and torn, have kept many secrets whispered into them.
Silent tears absorbed by his now faded fur.
Worn seams, carefully stitched so as not to lose his fortitude… and his stuffing.
That knowing look - still there, long after the shiny twinkle has gone from his old boot button eyes.
Outgrown. Abandoned. A childhood relic, relegated to memory.
Consigned to an old hat box, placed within a wooden chest and stored in a cobwebbed corner.
Waiting. In the dark.
To one day be brought out into the light - and into the arms of another.
Touching the heart of the inner child.
Introducing 'Hugo' ~ my latest creation.
More on his charming self, and others, coming up...