Blue Bear No More

Thump. The sound as I hit the road. I had felt a massive gust of air than the hard, unforgiving feel of the bitumen road of the highway. I felt discarded. Traffic whizzed past me, oblivious to my plight. My owner now far away down the long highway, no doubt upset, but didn't return. What would become of me now? That was the question.

Let's backtrack. My nickname is 'Bluey' I was a soft, cuddly, blue bear toy that my tiny owner loved. I went everywhere with her. She would hide me then forget; it was days before she found me again. I had been with her since she was a baby, countless photos of her and Bluey appeared on her parent's phone. I was her special one. We had all sorts of adventures, her and I. Parks, playgrounds, swings. You name it, we went. I would be stashed in her bag for daycare and yes although I was forgotten some days, I would have amazing adventures with my owner. She loved me and I loved her back.

That all changed once December day around Christmas time. For reasons unknown to me, my owner and her dad were driving somewhere. Her window was down as their car had no air-conditioning. Before I could think, I got caught in a wind draft and slipped from her hands and flailed out the open window. As I flew through the air, the gusts of each passing car moved me around more. I didn't know which way was up or down. Then I landed with a thump in a soft, cuddly, blue pile on the edge of a busy highway. Cars zoomed past me, but not my owner's car. I waited, and waited, and waited. Had her dad not realized that she was without me, her special one? Wasn't she upset? I don't know. Hours turned to days, then to weeks, than years. Rain and storms attacked, and I was no longer soft. The water had matted my fur and made me grey instead of blue. Patches of mold grew on my paws due to the heat and humidity. I wondered if they had forgotten about me. Would my owner remember who I was? I chose to believe that I had made a great impact in the time, we had spent together and that she would always remember me. She had the photos, the memories, and remembering all the fun we had. This made me happy that even though we were apart, I was in her heart.

All this happened approximately three to four years ago, and I still think of my owner. But I am always happy, I am a shadow of my former soft, cuddly, blue, clean self but I am still 'Bluey' at heart. Wherever my owner is, I hope she is having a great time and remains the happy little girl I know and loved. Now to continue my adventures of car watching on the highway, I am Bluey the bear.