This is Tigee, (pronounced tiegee), a very precious friend who's been with me since the day I was born. Yes, I'm forty...., but some things are so precious, I just can't let go of them no matter how old and beat up they look. Tigee is one of those things. My late father bought Tigee for me from the gift shop in the hospital in which I was born.
Here's something else precious: A photo of my late uncle standing up. There's Tigee behind him, to the left. I've got no memory of my uncle standing up or walking, because he was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis not long after this photo was taken.
Here I am, and there's Tigee! I think he looks pretty darned good these days for a forty.... year-old, well-traveled stuffed animal. He's got a place of honor in my bedroom in a place the girls can't get to, or at least I think they can't. He keeps company with my circa 2001 reproduction of the late Shari Lewis' lamb, Lamb Chop.
Ah, childhood memories. So dear. So precious.