Loosing Someone you love

If you are a parent, your little one probably has a special. That something that they go to bed with, that something they hold when they are sick, that something they hold when they are scared...a special.

My dear princess peach had a special. His name was putter. I labeled this loosing someone you love and not something as putter wasn't a something to princess...

On Friday our dear family made our way around a wine village of France, not far from Dijon. Putter in hand. Somewhere between a bathroom break and picture taken, the princess forgot to pick up her cat. We didn't notice...blame it on the scenery!  By the time we got back to the car, our dear little princess asked 'Where's putter?' Dad went back to everywhere we had been, with no luck. Our little princess had lost her special.

Putter isn't just a special bought by some relative, or the fuzzy stuffy that you get as a baby. Putter was her Grandpa Mike's cat when he was sick in the hospital (it reminded him of the real putter, as his home). When Grandpa Mike died, we were there and putter went to miss peach. It was her special from that moment on. As her mummy I have guarded putter with my life. He has gone everywhere with us, even with some 'don't take him!' I have lovingly patched putter up, when he lost his fur and the beads started falling out. I have lovingly taken the princess's favorite shirts, cut them up and sewed them all over putter.

On our way back from the wine village, the princess was weeping and waling in a pool of tears. I know it wasn't just for the loss of her beloved putter, but because it was given to her by her Grandpa. Grandpa is just as special to the princess. When we got back to our flat, I took our princess to the toy store (conveniently located steps from our flat!) I told her that putter can never be replaced, but maybe there would be room in her heart for some other little special. I had been eyeing a dolly in the window all week, this was a good time to check it out. As we went in, I pointed out to the princess what I thought might be a good choice. She agreed, we actually got the smaller one as the one I was eyeing was 50 Euros! Her name is Louison. How french! She has not left the princess's side...

I can't believe we lost our dear putter. He was so much more then a special, and a big part of our lives. He will never be forgotten and we will miss him dearly.

I just hope he was picked up by someone who might love him, nearly as much as he was loved by us.

xo