Alfred...

I've always wondered what happens to stuffed animals after the unthinkable happens...

You know what I mean when I say the unthinkable, right?

No?

By unthinkable I mean what happens when the couple that gave and received the stuffed animal breaks up of course. 

It was December of 1993 when Alfred first came in to my life.

A Christmas present from my then boyfriend. 

For the next seven years he slept with me every single night. 

His big ole head made the perfect pillow. 

He was floppy enough to be stuffed into bags. 

He was really the total package.

But you would think that when this:

Turned into this:

Auburn bound...

Georgia Tech bound...

Alfred would have gotten shelved. 

But no...

In fact, here we are in 1997 together.

But, alas...

When this happened:

Alfred was no longer appreciated in the bed. 

For some reasons husbands don't like their wives to sleep with animals their ex-boyfriends gave them.

Even if they make the perfect pillow, have never caused any trouble, and are generally just great. 

Hmph!

The tragedy of it all. 

I needed a new pillow. 

Good thing he came with a built in one:

So what happened to poor Alfred?

Well, he actually moved in to quite a historic locale. 

See my Mom and her supper club were in charge of decorating a room at Santa's Village - a local Christmas thing for kids - for several years and Alfred was part of the decor. 

Ahhhh....how nice. 

This year though I stole him back from Constitution Hall Park and took him home again. 

James was very impressed with him and promptly took him to his bedroom. 

Where he once again demonstrated his ability to transform into the perfect pillow. 

Its been a long road, Alfred. 

Good to see you can roll with the punches.