Here are the remains of a childhood toy, a small bear named Ignatz, formerly belonging to my grandfather. Our pup chewed him up tonight. The pieces are beyond repair. I feel frustrated I left it where the pup could get it and frustrated he took it. And yet I feel relieved to be able to let it go. It's done. I thought I might try to remake or repair it and write about that but instead it's about making peace with what happened. The value was sentimental so there is a sense of loss but also a sense of freedom in being able to let it go.
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