poor old jenny. how i loves her.
i asked her the other night whether she would rather have her own bed in her old age and so slow the rapid degeneration and stuffing loss, or whether she would like to stay with me in my bed and possibly disintegrate. she wants to stay put. and i'm relieved, because i think i couldn't stand the empty spot where she's been cuddled for 26 years.
goodnight, jenny. i loves you. no matter what meanies say about you.
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I think I was about 26 when I retired my beloved E.T. I just couldn't stand to see him deteriorate anymore - and besides, I had a giant Mister taking up space in my bed. The Mister, of course, also sleeps with a fish named Pete but that's another story.
Bess you are never going to believe this but I had the same doll... She was my most prized possession, given to me in the hospital when I was born by my uncle.
When I moved to HK, the packers my mom hired to pack up my apartment threw her away :(
I know it sounds so juvenile, but I have honestly cried over this loss many times...I even cried a bit seeing your picture :( I am so dumb!
OMG, alex! i can't believe they threw her away!!! who DOES that???
i don't think it's juvenile at all - i would totally cry if jenny disappeared. poor you :(
melanie - i hope you still have e.t., though? there's a doll hospital in sydney... maybe i'll take jenny for an appt.
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