R.I.P Pokey Bear

I miss pokey in my arms, she patiently lets me hold her to my chest as I fall asleep. Sometimes she falls asleep too. She was just beginning to know her name, I was in the process of training her. We were just becoming best friends. I miss her cheekiness. I miss cuddling her like a baby and scratching her tummy.

Last photos of Pokey

She's come a long way

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