My best friend growing up was my little teddy bear named Boo Bear. He had magnets in his cheeks and paws so he could hide and play peek-a-boo. I loved that bear and carried it everywhere with me. It sat next to me on airplanes as I made my bi-annual cross-country flights as an unaccompanied minor. I wrapped my arms around it every night as I slept. I cuddled it when I was sick or sad….well into high school. Poor Boo is all worn out, having gone through several surgeries and getting several stitches and clothing changes. But, he still lives on my shelf where I can give him a hug anytime I want to. I couldn’t imagine having to let him go; but, if I did, this is the kind of requiem he would deserve.