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My Favorite Childhood Toy

By Lindsay Ferrier of Suburban Turmoil

I don’t remember how I got him, or why, but somewhere around the time that I was seven or eight, LeMutt came into my life.

He was a stuffed dog with floppy arms and legs, yellow eyes, and the kind of fur that almost immediately took on a deliciously well-loved quality. I had never been all that attached to any one doll or animal before, so my affection for LeMutt took everyone by surprise. After all, there was nothing very special about him.

What can I say? He just felt right.

For the next four years, LeMutt accompanied me on car trips and vacations. He slept beside me in bed each night. During those years, everything was changing- my mom remarried, we moved from the town where I had lived my whole life, and I began seeing less and less of my father. I was changing, too, undergoing the slow metamorphosis from child into budding adult. But through it all, LeMutt was a reassuring constant, a soft, fuzzy presence that never failed to soothe me. He didn’t need anything from me. He didn’t make demands. He just was. And that was just what I needed.

At some point, like all girls, I grew too old for stuffed animals and LeMutt was put away with my other childhood toys. Years later, I sorted through my childhood memorabilia. I eagerly looked for LeMutt, but he was gone. I sifted through the toys again. All the dolls were there, along with bags and bags of plush toys, most of which I reluctantly threw away.

But no LeMutt.

It seems a little silly now, but I’ve never forgotten that loss. What on earth happened to LeMutt? Why didn’t he survive when so many of my toys with far less significance did? Was he my own personal Mary Poppins, sent with the understanding that he would only be around until I didn’t need him anymore? I wonder.

Because I wouldn’t mind having him around now, just to take out on occasion, when no one else is looking, to bury my face in his fur and smell that old familiar LeMutt smell, and to feel the familiar peace that only a favorite stuffed animal can bring.

Comments

  • Julia Says:

    i love this post

    i still have rutherford the monkey

    i don't remember how i got him - i think he was a birthday gift when i was in fifth grade

    he's the most well-travelled monkey in the world - he has been all over the US, korea, germany, ecuador, brazil, australia, you name it...

    :-)

  • Erin Says:

    When my "Sleepy Bear" my childhood bear was nowhere to be found, my dad and I went searching through boxes in the attic. We found him and I took him downstairs to show my fiancee at the time, now my husband. I was so unhappy when I realized I didn't know where he was!

  • Rachel M Says:

    that's a cute story!

  • Kathy Says:

    How sad! I had a little bear who was basically just a piece of foam covered with yellow terrycloth with eyes painted on with brown paint - his name was Barry. I had more "sophisticated" bears and toys - but Barry was my favorite!

  • anonlurkermom Says:

    my kids had a real live therapy dog. she died unexpectedly two weeks ago at age 7. still a lot of grief and sadness around here. but she was great. she slept with dd #2 on her pillow like a stuffed animal. maybe we will be ready for a new family member soon.

  • Jeanne Says:

    Oh no, so sorry for your loss and can understand what a tough time this must be for the kids. We'll have a special pet blog post coming up later this week. Hope it brings back some good memories ... and maybe even inspires you to bring in that new member of the family!

  • Emily Says:

    Le Mutt will show up unexpectedly someday. I hope you find him soon! Francesca Hoerline's stuff is great. I don't know what I'd do without my Fifi!

  • Sarah Says:

    Lindsay, when I saw your post I just had to comment. I also had a LeMutt - I named him Muttly. He was my favorite stuffed animal from as early as I can remember. I took him on every vacation growing up and he definitely acquired that well-loved look (gray fur, one arm fell off and my mom sewed it on upside down...) When I was 10, I snuck him along in the car on a family vacation in Chicago. (The car was full and my mom said no, but I tucked him under a seat and brought him anyway.) The next day, our car was stolen, and him along with it. I kept hoping the police would recover our car and find him, but when they did it had been stripped and there was no sign of him. I was crushed - it was really like tragedy to me as a child. It's still sad thinking back on it as an adult! Like a loss of innocence. Anyway, I emphathize with your loss. :)

  • April Says:

    I have lemutt still. My brother bought him for me for Xmas as an adult . I had him one year before my first child was born. He's had quite a few washes and his fur is not as silky anymore,, but he's well worn and loved.
    Have a look at my website as I've used him for my business card.
    Http://www.petsbesutiful.com

  • Flower Says:

    I can relate. I took lemutt everywhere til i wad 15. My grandma sold our house after my mom died when i was 19 and he was in a box in the garage. On my 32nd birthday i got a box for from my sister in seattle. In it was lemutt. Not new either. She paid more for a raggedy one. I cried not only for her thoughtfulness but for whatever kid loved and lost him.

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