At what point do we become too old for teddy bears? Or, more to the point, what point do we no longer need to feel loved, to hold someone or something dear and give love to it? At what age is it that we come to no longer fear the things that go bump in the night?
I am often wakened with those things that go boom. I never know if they are real or in my mind. I usually look to the dog, and if she isn't worried, I figure I'll be fine. If nothing else, that dog isn't going to let anyone hurt the one who feeds her in the morning!
So, I guess I don't have a teddy bear. I have a Gracie Dog. And for some reason, this pic Scottie sent to me is way too accurate!
May all our dreams be wonderful! Hugs!