Saying farewell

It's the end of an era.  Gymbo, Ian's lovey that he's had since he was 12 months old, has passed on to greener pastures.  There is just no coming back from the latest hole in his leg.

He was a good fellow and provided lots of comfort, security and love to Ian during the last decade.

Ian wasn't as sad as I thought he'd be.  I guess this is a sign he is growing up and ready to sleep without him.  We have back-up Gymbos ready to step in, but this was Ian's main pal.  If this one can't continue on, Ian doesn't want the others too either.

Gymbo has traveled with us all over.  We can forget to pack the toothbrush, we can forget to pack the underwear, but you forget Gymbo and you go back to get him.  That's how important he was to Ian, to us. Gymbo was family.  Knowing Ian had Gymbo at sleepaway camp 2 years ago made me happy.  He may not have known anyone, but he had Gymbo and I knew he would be ok.

RIP Gymbo.  We thank you for your years of service and doing the best job you could do being there for Ian each night.  We hope you know how much you were loved.