Cecil the talking sea serpent
As I lay in bed this morning, I looked around my bedroom and thought of the stuff I had to do today. I was not working today, due to amazingly being caught up at work. I work per diem, so I can not work if I'm caught up, I just don't get paid. Marc was painting the bedroom today and being I was home I was going to get to help moving stuff. Yay. My eyes fell upon a companion I've had most of my life...Cecil the talking sea serpent. I got him when I was about three and we've been together ever since. He didn't go away to college with me, but rather did what most family pets do, waited at home with mom and dad for vacations.
As you can see, he has a string to pull so he talks, however the only thing he has said for a long time is a hissing fuzzy sound and "I'm coming Beanie". Beanie was his companion on the Beanie and Cecil show, a favorite cartoon. I thought, I can do this, I'm ready.
Me- "I'm going to throw out Cecil today, it's time."
Marc- "Good put him in the trash."
Me- "Well I want to take some pictures, I can't just let him go. I've had him since I'm three."
Marc- "Fine, take some pictures and get rid of him."
Me- "Okay."
Now I'm cleaning up some more and taking pictures off the wall. Marc comes in.
Marc- "Is he gone?"
Me- "No, he's in the living room, I want to take some pictures."
Marc- "Okay."
Now I'm in the living room looking at Cecil. He's filthy beyond belief and I am allergic to dust. It's time.
I think about the beautiful blue stuffed poodle I had, with the shiny diamond eyes that my cousin Ellen gave to me. One of the eyes got dull, but I still loved her. Ellen won her at a carnival. Ellen was probably about 16, so I was six. Then, if my memory serves me correctly, something got on her and she had to be washed and mom put her in the washing machine. This was before polyester and acrylic was the norm. Those items were just being developed and not in every one's home yet. The poodle didn't make it.
Cecil is falling apart. His felt trimming is almost gone. I have to wash my hands everytime I touch him.
He's curved like that so you can wear him on the shoulders. I did that a lot as a kid. I feel ready, but what if I'm wrong. What if it isn't time? Marc walks in the living room. "Just put him in the attic", he says.
I don't know what to do.
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If you have room and you're not planning on moving any time soon, put him in the attic! Then you can visit him.
Do NOT under ANY circumstances throw that little guy away!!!!!!
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suggestion if you want to try this route. see if a local dry cleaners offers spechul item storage, see if they're willing to try and dry clean him then seal him up for you, then you bring him home all sealed up and safe from dust and stuff and you can put him away safely.
(My Mom did this with her wedding dress). Or if you have a vacume sealer thingey that was popular in the 80's then use it on him.
Or the low economy route and get a big ziplock bag (achully I'd double it) and seal him inside. As for cleaning try this. put him in a pillowcase, spray with febreeze or something your asthma can handle, kind of manipulate the bag so the stuff helps to tamp down his dust. hang the pillowcase up to dry in a sunny or warm place. Then seal him up in a ziplock.
I hope you keep him. I still regret so many spechul things now lost forever.
Hmmm KEep throw away...
I say keep... another suggestion throw in the dryer on air fluff and let the dryer suck out the dust then seal him in a bag or a display case even better and enjoy him for more time.
HE is a beloved object And ohhhh memories of the poodles...
I have several things from my childhood that I love and keep.
Is Cecil ready to let you go Metsie? While spending all this time convincing yourself it's time to let him go did you ask him if he would be able to let you go?
LOL!