When I was seven months old, I knew you were my favourite toy
Although I chewed your little nose and Oma had to sew it up
Although your fur is now dark and sticks together in clumps
Although your neck is floppy from millions of hugs
Although I got hundreds of flashier gifts over my (and your!) nine years
Although when I wash you, the water turns black
I will love you forever and always no matter what happens
Because you are my Tippa
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